Street Rat

Chapter Three: Part 1

With just my hands gripping onto the shirt, I slammed him into the brick wall. As I shove him into the wall I hear his back thud in sync with my movements. I release him as he falls to the ground panting for dear life. The gravel underneath him getting crushed by his feet and hands, his breathe seen as a cloud. It was already winter after months of talking to Blake, but currently Blake isn't on my mind. This guy is. I lift up my left foot and kick him up the chin making his teeth chatter in synchronized harmony to my ears. I lean and grab the top of his head. Blood dripping from his mouth nose and ears. 

"Ready to talk yet? I can do this all day." In which it's already 8 at night. I've been basically doing this for hours in the back North Jones alley. He doesn't get it. i'm a natural at ass kicking. I let go of his hair and slam it against the wall, he gasps. As I stare at him for a solid minute, he breaths then spits out some blood from his mouth. He lifts up his head, and I see him clearly now. No shadows, just him. I look at him, then look around me, seeing around 6 other men around me, all bleeding to death and suffering on the cold gravel. I stand over him glaring. His face was still covered in blood, but I could see his eyes. They were ugly. A dark color that just made them sparkle in the low light. His name was Jackson Beet. He was Jason's friend who cheated him in 'Go Lucky'. Sounds like a fun game? It's gambling on life. Jason won, but Jackson jumped my cousin, and stole his money. 

"Here." Jackson pulls out the money he stole. As I take it, he tries to yank it out of my hand, but before he could I punched him in the nose making him go cross eyed for a bit. I then take the money, counting before my last violent act among him. I lean closer to him.

"Pull a stunt like that on my cousin again. I'll be sure to kill you, not just torture." As I finished my sentence he pulled out a gun as an attempt to shoot me, but as I heard the shot he did hit me, but when I turned around he laughed. I looked where he shot, my rib. I turn fully around to look at him. He looked at me and slowly faded his laugh. I grab him by his neck, making him struggle in breathing. I hold him against the wall, once again. This time pulling out my pocket knife. I pick it up and stab him in the center of his body, below the heart, but above the stomach. I twist, then pull out my knife. He falls to the ground. Heavily breathing once again.

"Dumbass." Are my last words before walking to see Jason at Pattens as usual. I walk a normal pace for someone who just got shot, but I was sure that nobody saw me. I pick up my pace as I see I've gotten closer to Pattens. I start to run, but in the process I leap over a Honda Civic in movement. I wave a sorry and begin to run into Pattens with the money. As I make it to the door, I slam in. I look at Jason, but as I smile he looks terrified. He runs around the counter to catch me. I start to laugh, while Jason looks more and more terrified. Jason starts to talk:

"Oh my god, I need to get someone here." As he tries to get the phone I grab his shirt.

"Dude-...I'm fine. Here." I hand him his money. I'm hunched over the counter and Jason just looks at me calling the police. I slap the phone down.

"What the fuck are you doing Jay? I got your money, he's dead. No need to call the cops." I laugh midsentence. Jason starts to breath heavily. He shakes his head in heavy response. 

"I'm not calling the police because I want him arrested. Reb, you're covered in blood that's both yours and Jacksons. You need to get medical help." He starts to call again, in which I slam the phone again. I look at him and shake my head. I sit up straight, and pull out my supplies from my bag I always carry. I pull out patches and needles. Jason looks at me unsure, until I go to lock the door of Pattens. He walks around the counter once again, this time leaning against the counter top. I lock the door and out the cover over it. Jason just sit there shaking his head. I look through the slim door as I cover it, but turn around taking off my shirt that was once a white 'All Killer No Filler' T-shirt. As I take it off, I reveal the bullet wound. It looked about 3 centi's wide, so I handed Jason everything. He just sighed.

"You know, you can't keep doing this to yourself? You'll end up like your mother and father." Jason talks while cleaning the wound.

"You know I took out 7 guys out at once including the one who fucked you over? That was cool." I ignore his comment. He sighs again as he starts to sew it shut. 

"You don't seem to get where I'm coming from. If I'm in trouble, you shouldn't kill or beat up any or everyone just to stop them. You're strong and all, but you're not a superhuman Rebel. You don't seem to get that." Jason softly speaks. Not yelling, just softly talking.

"Well I'm not trying to be a superhero or superhuman, in fact I hate too many people to become a hero I may become a villain. Especially with my messed up head. Nothing but a tragic story for me Jay." I just sit down as he sews me up. I grab a Wild Berry danish from the counter.

"Not to mention, that asshole had it coming. He hurt you, he has hell to pay in hell." I bite into the danish.

"Whatever Reb. I know I can't stop you, just remember just because you're strong physically you need to be strong mentally. Or you'll be taken apart." Jason nods at me as a reassurance of some sort. He can be weird. I bite into the danish again with half of it in my left cheek trying to break it down.

"By the way, how are you and that boy? Errm..Drake?" he asks. I quickly looked at him.

"Blake?" I asked.

"Yeah! He comes in all the time." He says

"Well we're fine. I was over his house earlier today, going back tomorrow." I swallow the last bit of the danish.

"Well, the last time I saw him was when you guys were little little. He's grown up well, but seems a lot happier." Jason smiles.

"What do you mean Jay?" I question.

He smiles more. "Well, when he use to come in, he would be so quiet and controlled how he acted around people. Now he seems to be opening up for some reason. I think being with you he missed you. Now that you're back he feels better. Especially since his dad still...you know.." I hear his voice fade after that sentence. I get angry.

"How do you know about his dad?" I start you yell. He looks up at me.

"Well. as a younger kid, he'd be timid, but it was always around his dad he'd get more scared. Unless of course he was around you. He seemed calmer." Jason finished his sentence. I start to calm myself. Then start to think about when we were younger. He would ask me to be happy, to feel assured himself. Not to make me happy, but to make him feel better. I guess that's pretty conceited but, I don't get why he'd want to do that with me. I'm shit, what would I do for him making him happy? Or assured? 

"Already. You're stitched." Jason slaps my stitches. I nod as a thanks. He pulls me into a hug.

"Cous' you're too damaged for your own good and sometimes your disaster is someone elses power for Will and help. It sounds bad, but sometimes they need it." He kisses my hairline. I nod looking at the ground leaving the store. 

That night I wanted to talk to, or even see Blake. I couldn't decide. But at the same time, I wanted him to figure out his own sadness. For Hell's sake I do it all the time. Then again, I'm not one for power of Will or help. I like to avoid help and consideration. Maybe it'd be best if I left him alone, he shouldn't need my damage to feel something, whether it's good or bad. Either way I'll feel unsure and upset over it. I need therapy. Why do I feel this way? Damn I need help.