Shawn's POV
It's about 4 in the morning now, I dropped off Amy back home. I mean, I dropped her off at her home. She's doing better now, it seems like it.
I check my phone to see if I have any missed calls from my mom or dad. Nothing. They're probably too busy mourning. Fine, by me. I actually forgot about all that for awhile. I didn't feel so tense, my mind wasn't filled with all this cluttered and internal silence, my mind was filled with Amy's laugh. I mean she was laughing tonight. She's either laughing at something stupid I did, or she's probably laughing at something she said. I don't know, she's weird.
I know exactly where I'm going tonight. I'm sleepy, but I'm not going home until I deal with this.
I pull up to a familiar white house. I know everyone is probably asleep right now, but I'm not going home without doing this. I get out of my car and lean against it while I dial the number.
It's ringing, but no response. I walk through their lawn, avoiding the sprinklers, and sit down on their wooden bench that's been placed on their front porch.
Once I sit down, I decide to call again. It's ringing, it's ringing. The ringing fades away when I hear these thudding sounds. Like something is being thrown at the wall or the ground. The ringing stops, and I hang up. I try to stay silent so I can listen to those loud thuds again. I get up and walk up to the wooden door on the right side of the house.
Luckily, I'm taller than the gate so I'm able to look to the back. I see the light from the backyard, but I don't see anyone. Maybe it's just me, I need sleep too. I'll do this tomorrow night.
Right when I turn around, about to head back to my car. I hear the sudden thuds again, and this time it's going on repetitively. I turn around once again, and I still don't spot anyone. The light is still on, and the backyard is still empty.
Suddenly someone got shoved back against the wooden fence. Right when he tries to get back up, he gets thrown back on to the wall again. This time another guy comes up in the scene and lays a good one right on his jaw. Fuck, that must hurt.
I'm trying to figure out who's fighting who. I see them, but I can't quite see their faces. The light is on, but it isn't shining on their faces. I just see dark figures fighting each other.
As I'm trying to figure out what's going on, one of them is yelling at the one leaning against the wall.
"You piece of shit! You ruined everything. All because you had to snapchat it. See what you did?" He yells.
I know exactly who it is. Who is he beating up? Cameron is the one that snapchatted Jack cheating on Amelia. The story starts coming back to my mind, as I'm remembering bits and pieces of it. The one against the wall is Cameron. He's the one getting his ass kicked.
I climb over the wooden door and silently as possible. I'm not going to let him get away with this shit too.
I walk slowly down through the little path that leads to the backyard. There's no light that shines this short path, so I won't be visible.
Cameron finally starts standing on his own. They're both silent. Jack laughs at Cam and throws him on to the ground. Jack tries to go for another shot, but Cameron moves out of Jack's way which lead to Jack punching the ground. Cameron automatically stands up as Jack examines his hand after he slammed it on to the concrete in his backyard. Jack stands up again, but Cameron really lays one on him. Right on his eye.
"Maybe if you didn't fucking cheat, we wouldn't be going through this, dumbass."
Jack still covering his now injured eye, says something back to Cam.
"Oh I'm the dumbass here? You're the one that was up against the wall crying for help. Can't even fucking hit." Jack let's go of his eye and signals that he's about to go for another shot. Nah, not this time.
I run in between of them, and give Jack a shove. "Back the fuck up." I spit.
"Since when did you get in this? Get the fuck away from me, bro. You don't want to be a part of this." He says.
"Actually I do. You think you can go around fucking around with people like this?" I give him another shove. Jack loses his balance a little bit, which makes me chuckle a little bit.
"Push me one more fucking time." Jack growls.
"And what? What are you going to do? Lose balance, again?" I snarl.
Next thing I knew, I couldn't see clearly on my right eye. I look back at Jack and he has this satisfied look on his face. Oh he thinks he's winning?
My fists start to clench and my anger starts bubbling. I'm going to fucking lose it.
An abnormal amount of strength takes over my body and finally reaches my fists.
I swing with my right hand, and he dodges. Luckily, I threw in my left hand and lay one right on his jaw. Fucker. He takes a few steps back, but I take a few steps forward. I grab him by one shoulder and give him another shot right on to his stomach. Jack tries grasping for air, but my right hand finally reaches my target. Right on the side of his head. He loses his balance again, but this time he's thrown off. He's on the ground, trying to wrap his head around what I just did. I'm not wasting any time here. I kick him on the side of his ribs as hard as I can. I actually felt my shoe touch the bone. I'm doing it right here.
I kneel down to his body lying on the concrete floor and spit on him.
"Come on. Get up. Say something. You sure had a lot to say when you called Amelia a bitch." His eyes open wide at the sound of her name.
"What the fuck did you just say?" He says while getting up slowly.
"Oh now you want to say something? Should've explained yourself sooner." I say right before giving him another kick at his rib cage. I hate this guy. I hate him.
I land another one at his rib cage, and then another. And right when I'm about to go again, Cam holds me back.
"Yo calm down. This isn't your fight." He tries convincing me.
"What's he going to get? He fucked someone over. How are we going to let him get away with that?" I try to push Cam as soft as possible. "Just stay out of my way." I say to Cam.
"Get up, fucker. Get up. Come on. I know you can do better than just play dead." He lies down, trying to catch his breath. Trying to contain himself. Oh boy, this is going to be a fun night.
