CRAZY LIFE

Chapter 4

Tim covers his face with his arm as a white furry blur slams into the man sitting on him. He was instantly able to get air into his lungs.

He was still laying flat on the ground catching his breath when Austin, Olena, Adam and Chris fell to their knees beside him.

"Timmy? Are you alright?" Austin asked, looking at the bruised face and bloody nose of his older brother.

"Yea, I guess. I think he might have cracked a rib though." Tim said softly while trying to sat up. He looked around at Adam who was knelt down beside him.

"Y'all having fun yet?" Tim chuckled, then moaned when pain hit him in the side.

"Are you sure you're alright." Adam asked with a worried tone, picking a couple of leaves from Tim's hair.

"Oh, I'm fine cutie." Tim managed to smile. "Y'all help me up."

Olena giggled then leaned over and whispered to Adam. "Help him up, Cutie."

Adam blushed as he took Tim by the arm. Chris grabbed his other arm and they lifted him up on his feet.

The crowd cheered as they saw the fallen warrior standing on his own two feet.

Tim lit a cigarette then limped over holding his side to where Bob was laying. Satchmo was holding him down by his throat. Tim looked down into the man's eyes and actually saw fear.

"Two things." Tim said holding up two fingers. "One. On my command, my dog could very easily end your life. Remember that. Two. You are to stay away from me, Austin, Olena, my two friends, my house and my dog. If you try to hurt anyone or anything that's precious to me, so help me, you'll be gator bait. Understand?"

Adam and Chris looked up at the crowd as Tim made his threats. The crowd turned around and got back to the party, as if nothing happened or no threats were made.

"Call off your dog, Foust!" Bob ordered.

"I said. Do. You. Understand?" Tim repeated with raised brows. "Satchmo."

Bob could feel the dog slowly biting a little hardly, not yet drawing blood.

"FOUST! WAIT!" He screamed.

"Then answer me or we'll end it right here, right now." Tim said in a very calm low voice.

"I understand." Bob whispered.

"Excuse me? I didn't quite hear that." Tim said.

"I understand." Bob repeated, only this time louder.

"O.K." Tim nodded. "Just so you know we have an understanding. Satch, let's go home boy."

Tim turned his back to Bob, facing the other four. Closing his eyes in pain he whispers that only they could hear. "Get me out of here."

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