Puck Off!

Chapter 12

The punch to my guts forced all the air from my stomach and dropped me groaning to my knees. "Pick him up," came a familiar voice, and I felt hands under my arms as I was lifted to my feet until I could see Fisher standing in front of me. "She deserves better. She doesn't need a scrawny geek like you sniffing around her."

               Seriously? This was just like fucking high school all over again. Do these people ever give up? "I guess you think she needs a guy who likes to smack around girlfriends, huh?"

               "What the fuck did you say?" He stepped closer so I could get a delightful whiff of his beer soaked breath.

               "You heard me. She's the one that told me. The whole hockey team knows you hit girls. None of them can even understand why you're still trying. You're a joke to them," I told him with a chuckle.

               "Fuck you!" He wound up and punched me in the stomach again, and this one hurt worse. He really got off on this.

               "I guess you must be single these days, huh? No girls to hit?" I wondered.

               "You must really like being hit. What a fucking funny guy." He wound up and hit me again, this time in the mouth, and I could taste blood almost instantly. I wasted no time in spitting it at him.

               "I've been beat up most of my life. You're nothing special. Just another bully who thinks the world owes whatever he can take."

               One more punch to my stomach knocked me right out of the hands of the guys holding up my arms, and I started spitting up bloody bile at that point. "Stay down. I see you on campus again, it will be a lot worse," he threatened before I saw his feet move away.

               I rolled onto my side, cradling my stomach for a few minutes before leaning against the wall as I tried to stand up. I don't know if I would have made it if a pair of strong arms hadn't lifted me up to my feet.

               "Shit! Logan, are you okay?" Elske asked. I could see her brow furrowed with concern as I groaned a little as I tried to straighten up.

               "I'm alright. Just help me get to the bathroom, I need to wash off some blood." I was sore as hell, but my high school days had prepared me for this. I'd definitely been beaten worse, as he skipped kicking me like I'd enjoyed in the good old days. I guess with Fisher, there was always the promise of more too though.

               "Let me go get Iryna!" she said once I was standing in front of the sink.

               "No!" I grabbed her wrist. "I don't want to cause an issue or ruin her night. I can talk to her later. I just need to clean up and get out of here. Just tell her I wasn't feeling well or something."

               "Are you sure?" She didn't look convinced that it was the best course of action.

               I thought about it, and she was right. There was no sense in lying. "Fine. You can tell her but wait till later. Don't spoil her night." I turned on the tap, and then splashed cold water on my face, trying to get rid of as much of the blood as I could. I had a nice split lip, but the rest was invisible below my shirt, and none of my teeth felt loose. My sweatshirt already had a lot of the blood on it, so I just lifted the bottom up to wipe at my face, so I didn't get any blood on the towels up here. I didn't know who owned the house, but I didn't think they would appreciate it. Once I was somewhat presentable, I pulled out my phone and ordered an Uber. On a Saturday night in Boston, it was only a five minute wait. "Can you help me down the stairs? I should be good after that."