Worthless (Matt Tuck fanfic)

Lover Not a Fighter, But Don't Push Me.

I sat with a low head, occasionally darting my eyes over to the side of me, were a group of about seven or eight people stood. Five guys, and two or three girls. My eyes payed attention to one guy in particular. It was the guy who'd tried demanding money from me the second night I was here. He'd said 'This is our pub, you wanna drink here? You gotta earn your place here.' I don't exactly get why he thought that was necessary to tell me, I probably knew this place alot better than him, he was only in his early to mid twenties. He didn't own anything here. We did very nearly get into a fight, because I refused to give him any money, and being the drunk idiot I was, I had sarcastically thrown a 2p coin at him and said 'there's your pocket money, kid'. I think he knew I was at least a good 10 years older than him, but he still seemed not to care as he started pushing me with he's stick thin arms that looked ridiculous with his muscles. They'd been here every night, but they usually opted for going into the far corner of the bar. I wasn't scared of being seen by them, I just couldn't be bothered to listen to his stupid rules that he makes up about this place.

"Ey! Lookie here, it's my boy sarccy Sam!" Well isn't that just my luck. I felt a pair of hands clamp down on my shoulders and I tensed up, readying myself to shove him off if he kept his hands there. Unfortunately he did, and began 'massaging' my shoulders in what I'm guessing was meant to be an intimidating way. Ah yes, the 'oh so bone crushing' strong grip was very intimidating. "So you thought about that money yet? To earn ya place? You look like a guy who's got some to offer," He said, leaning his head right down next to my ear so I could hear him better. When I didn't respond he just laughed and pushed me forwards into the bar, making my drink spill everywhere. Ok, I wasn't going to sit and deal with this all night.

I went to get up, pushing my stool back so he had no choice but to take a few steps away from me. I swung my jacket on and placed my hand in the spilt liquid before turning to leave and flicking the drink across his face. "Don't fucking come near me again, prick," I growled as I walked towards the door. I nearly had my hand on the handle before someone pulled me back and pushed me into a table.

"Did you just disrespect me in front of my friends?" He snarled, walking over to me and holding me down on top of the table. "I don't think you should do that."

I laughed slightly at his attempt to be intimidating, before kicking his shin and pushing him off me once he gasped in pain. Once I was able to stand up, he straightened up and threw a punch to my face. I recovered as quick as I could and snapped, lunging for him and throwing all my weight against him so that he was the one who fell into the tables instead. This had gotten people's attention and now everyone was either moving out of the way, or yelling at us. I don't know if it was yells of encouragement or telling us to stop, but knowing this town, people loved a good fight. I got three punches to his face before he swung back and made my head whip to the left. Before I could recover, he grabbed me by the throat and swung me down onto a table, hard enough for it to break. Once I was on the floor, I felt two pairs of hands pull me up and hold me in place and the first guy came in front of me and began packing in punch after punch. I must've stayed there for a good 10 punches all to the face and stomach before I finaly fought back again and kicked out my leg towards his groin. He keeled over in pain as I struggled for a bit to get out of the other guys grip. Eventually, I found the strength to launch myself sideways, sending the guy on my left crashing into the wall were he then let go of me. Sadly my left hand didn't have as strong of a punch as my right did, but I still managed to go for the third guys nose. He brought his hands up to his face and one of the girls came rushing over to pull him away.

At this point, the first guy had finally recovered and was making his way back towards me. "Oh so you think you're fucking superman now, huh? Well let me teach a little lesson, you fucking posh boy!" He came up to me and went for a punch, which I blocked and then without hesitation, I swung right at his face as hard as I could. Blood became visible from his mouth, and I grabbed his shoulders in the same way he did to me earlier, and pushed him forwards into the wall. Without waiting for him to turn back around, I weaved through the people to the bar, were the bartender was stood there holding my jacket. I took it from him, thanking him for getting it from the front door, and he clapped me on the back, telling me that I done good putting the guy into his place. I nodded and made my way to the door, this time managing to leave successfully. I know I'm not really a fighter, but some people need to learn not to cross the line.

It was getting on into the evening now, and every step towards the off licence hurt like a bitch. Along the way I had had to spit blood every now and then. I should've asked the bartender for a glass of water, but then again I wasn't going to stay in there any longer than necessary.

Eventually, I made it to the small shop, thankful that there was not the usual fight happening outside the door tonight. After taking a small breather for a minute or two, I then walked in through the doors and made my way straight to the alcohol isle, picking up the same things I usually got. A bottle of Jack Daniels, a bottle of cheap crappy vodka, and a 15 can crate of Guinness. I went over to the counter and placed it all on the top. The cashier rang up the price and I handed her the money. "You look like you've had a rough evening so far?" She asked.

"Some prick down at the pub decided to start a fight."

She nodded her head once and said she hopes I get better soon. I thanked her and took the crate and the two bottles which she'd placed in a bright blue plastic bag. I was soon on my way back to my hotel room. I hope I hadn't lost the key during that fight, I'd hate to think that it was just lying somewhere on the floor.

After a walk that seemed to take forever, I was back at the hotel. Luckily I still had the key, so I made my way straight to my room and let myself in, leaving the door to swing shut on its on. I dropped the drinks onto the bed and went into the bathroom, turning on the light and facing the mirror. Fuck, Crystal would have a panic attack if she saw the state of me right now.

I looked like James Bond had just finished fighting an enemy. Dried blood stained both corners of my mouth, there was a cut above my left eye, bruising was forming along my jaw and on my right eye. I pulled off my shirt, wincing at the pain, and let it fall to the floor. Now I could see large bruises across my ribs, and there were marks on my arms from were those two men had grabbed me. My vision began to blur and I leant forward onto the counter, closing my eyes and letting tears fall. I wanted her to be here. I wanted Crystal to hold me and tell me everything was going to be Ok. I didn't give a fuck anymore if I thought I was moving on to fast. The tears kept falling as I looked back up at the mirror, seeing a complete stranger looking back at me. The red tear stained eyes only added to my awful appearance, making it difficult to even recognise the man I used to be. She wouldn't want this, she wouldn't want me to be doing this to myself, but I don't know what it was that kept me from going back to her and the others. I knew, I really knew that they were worried sick for me, and I felt bad for their worry even though I was still in London. They probably think I'm in a completely different country, hell I might as well be considering the way my mind is lately.

I needed help, but first I needed to find the courage to answer their calls and ask for that help. I didn't know what to do with myself anymore.