Random Poetry and Writings

Writting The Anger Away Pt 1

Fighting

He's angry now. But he doesn't know I'm right behind him. He tries to move forward, but I move faster. He takes one step towards her and I attack. I slam my heel into the side of his knee. I force my entire weight into it until I hear the satisfying crack! of his knee breaking. He gasps in pain and his good knee buckles as he falls to the floor. He looks at me shocked and furious.

"You will not touch her again." I threaten. "Do you understand me?" I growl over him. He makes a smart ass remark and grabs my arm, hard enough to bruise.

"Keep your fucking hands off me." I grab his pinky finger and twist it back until it snaps. He shouts in pain and his fist connects with my cheek. I look back at him darkly. "That was a mistake, little boy."

He slowly gets up and limps towards me, trying to act like he's not in pain. She's yelling at us, trying to get us to stop. She's terrified, yet she stands in front of me anyway. Protecting me. I see him move behind her. I grab her shoulders and spin her around, turning my back against him. Using my body to shield her. I feel his arms wrap around my throat. I push her towards the nearest exit. He lifts me up and my feel dangle above the floor.

"Run!" I yell towards her. "Do what you promised! Go!" I gasped around his arms. I hold myself up by grabbing his arms. I bend my knee and force it down on his bad knee. His hold loosens and I slip my jaw down far enough to bite the hell out of him. I latch on hard enough to draw blood. I feel his fist connect with my temple but I bite harder. I feel my teeth scrap against his bone. He finally lets go and I fall to the floor. I take deep breaths but don't hesitate to get back up and kick him in the crotch, hard. He falls to his knees, gasping and gagging. I grab his head and bring my knee up and his head down hard enough to break his nose.

I'm tired and dizzy. I know I have bruises on my face and maybe even a slight concussion, but if I stop now it will only get worse for her and I. And I refuse to let him hurt her again.

He's holding his nuts with one hand and his nose with the other but keeps a deadly eye contact. He lunges at me, and I can't move fast enough. He tackles me to the ground. My head hits the floor and the room spins again. Before I know it he's sitting on top of me, strangling me. I choke for breath as black spots dance across my eyes. I claw at his hands, ignoring his petty, useless word that he says, then I reach up and grab his head. I jam both of my thumbs as far into his eyes as I can. He lets go instantly and screams. I shove him off of me and roll away. He's kneeling on the ground, unable to see me. I quietly pick up the nearest picture frame and walk over behind him. I plan my attack as he tries to force his eyes open while feeling around the floor.

I walk around behind him. In one swift move I jump on his back. He's surprised but then starts trying to grab me and get me off but I latch on with everything I have.

I raise the picture frame high and then smash the corner in the back of his head. I hit him over and over and over again. He's bruising my legs but I don't care. I finally put all of my strength into the last blow right at the base of his head. Right on that little soft spot right above his neck.

He immediately goes limp. Whether  he's out cold or dead, I don't care; though, his death would be something to celebrate.

I slowly stand up. Dizzy, exhausted, and sore everywhere. I limp away as fast as I can to her room. I find her there, panicked and crying. As soon as she sees me she runs and tackles me in a hug. I wince and stumble back. She cries into my shoulder.

"It's okay, angel. He's never going to hurt you again. Ever." I whisper in her ear and comfort her. She holds me tighter and I wince in pain.