Mommy Issues

Chapter 4

The rest of the day was somewhat uneventful. I spent most of my time drawing, and not paying attention to what was going on in the front of the classroom.

On my way home from school, I decided to take a different route to get home. This route was a dangerous one, but they would never stand a chance against me.

About halfway down the road, I started hearing footsteps behind me. I looked back to see I was being followed. Not by just anyone though. He had the gang tattoo on his cheekbone.

I knew that I was their newest target, seeing as how about two weeks ago, my mother put their leader into a maximum security prison.

I was about to turn around and confront the man face-to-face, but he beat me to it.

I could feel the cold, smooth blade of his knife being held right against my neck.

"You're coming with me, little lady" He muttered.

"That's what you think mister."

Before he could wrap his head around what I said, I threw my head backward and into his nose, leaving him stunned and bleeding. He had finally released the firm grip he had on my arm, and when he did, I kicked him as hard as I could in the stomach.

He landed on his back, struggling to catch his breath. Once he had finally stood back up, he picked up his knife from the ground and got into a fighting stance. He started swinging the knife at me, and with every slash through the air, the closer he got to me.

He again took a stab at my head, but instead cut my arm. While I was focused on my arm, he tackled me to the ground, trying the put the knife through my chest.

I lay there in the street, trying to keep the weapon from getting closer and closer. I finally remember something that my trainer had taught me.

I strengthened my grip on the knife and carefully started turning the blade away from me and towards my opponent. Once the blade was away from my chest, I kicked my feet out from underneath me, and in the process, kicked my opponent's feet from underneath him, causing him to lose balance.

He fell on top of me with a thud, and I quickly rolled him off.

I stood up, exhausted and covered in my own blood from the wound he had given me.

When I had finally come to my senses, I realized that the guy wasn't moving. I slowly walked towards him and kicked away the knife he was holding.

I gave his body a couple of nudges with my foot, and when he didn't move, I immediately knew that things were just going to go downhill.