Tranquility ✧ Syndisparklez

Take Back

"Protect your son?" Tom gasped, fire igniting behind his eyes. "So you're the one who beat Jordan?"

"I didn't beat him, I was teaching him right from wrong."

"By hitting him?" Tom yelled, standing up from the ground. "Let's see, not only did you physically abuse him, but you mentally abused him too!"

"That's not the case-"

"You ran off all his friends and boyfriends because you couldn't accept him for who he was-"

"I loved my son," I interuppted.

"You sent him to a pedophile preacher to fix him! That doesn't sound like love to me."

"You don't know what love is," I spat.

"I know enough about love to know I love and care for Jordan way more than you ever did!"

"That's not true-"

"I love Jordan."

My ears felt like they were on fire. I stared at this-this... Idiot who claimed he loved my son.

My knuckles throbbed as I dragged my fist against his jaw. He really couldn't take a punch. He was down on the ground in a matter of seconds. I climbed over the top of him, hurling my fist down like hail on a stormy night.

รØиj, รтØρ Ћiм!

ᶤ'ᵐ ᵗʳʸᶤᶰᵍ, ᶤ ᶜᵃᶰ'ᵗ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵏ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ

Blood bubbled through his nose; his head slumped down to one side. His eyes would roll into the back of his head, then roll back springing to life.

"Y-You beat him."

"Shut up, faggot!"

รØиjǺ, ρŁ€Ǻร€!

ᵗᵘᶜᵏᵉʳ!

ｉ'ｍ ｓｏｒｒｙ

тÜck€я, ρŁ€Ǻร€,

ｉ ｃａｎ'ｔ, ｈｅ'ｌｌ- ｈｅ ｗｉｌｌ-

ᵗʰᵉᶰ ˡᵉᵗ ᵐᵉ ᵒᵘᵗ. ᶤ'ˡˡ ᵈᵒ ᶤᵗ.

ｓｏｎｊ, ｙｏｕ ｄｏｎ'ｔ ｗａｎｔ ｔｏ

ʸᵉˢ ᶤ ᵈᵒ.

Tucker, who are you talking to?

ｎｏ ｏｎｅ

My head throbbed, gut-wrenching pain crawling down my spine.

Tucker, what are you doing?

ｎｏｔｈｉｎｇ

ˢᵘʳᵖʳᶤˢᵉ, ᵐᵒᵗʰᵃᶠᵘᶜᵏᵃ

Tucker, what have you done!

ｙｏｕ ｂｒｏｕｇｈｔ ｔｈｉｓ ｏｎ ｙｏｕｒｓｅｌｆ, ｓｉｒ

Great, now I have to fight two battles at once. Thanks Tucker. I knew I shouldn't have trusted a weak, worthless idiot like you.

ÐØи'т Łiรт€и тØ Ћiм, тÜck. ¥ØÜ'я€ ǺмǺƶiиǥ

I could feel my brain pound against my skull, as I tried to throw fists down. Tom squirmed underneath me, regaining consciousness.

"You- b-bitch-" Tom gurgled through thick, murky saliva. Blood trickled down his face, dripping onto the floor.

ᶤ'ᵐ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵏᶤᶰᵍ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ!

"Stop it!"

ｙｅｓ, ｓｏｎｊａ!

"STOP!"

A high-pitched ring sounded through my ears, blocking out almost all senses.

"Jesus Christ on a cross," I whispered to myself.

ＧＩＶＥ ＩＴ ＢＡＣＫ

Fuck no, it wasn't yours in the first place, old man. Tucker, Jordan.

¥€ǺЋ?

ｗｈａｔ'ｓ ｕｐ?

You know what to do... Beat his ass.

My face jerked sideways, Tom's fist like a heavy brick. My body quickly collapsed to the ground.

"How dare you hurt Jordan!?" Tom screamed, climbing on top of me.

"Fuck! Wait, I'm-"

Another fist connected with my jaw.

"Motherfu-"

ＳＴＯＰ, ＮＯ!

ｃｏｍｅ ｏｎ, ｊ! ｏｎｅ ｍｏｒｅ ｈｉｔ!

I watched in horror, clenching my jaw, as Tom reeled back to hit me once more.

"Tom, pleasewaitit'smeSonjaandI'mnotheretohurtJordanoryou,pleasestophittingme!" I rambled off as quickly as I could.

"Sonja?"

"Yes! Thank The Lord! You punch like fuckin' Muhammad Ali," I whined, vigorously rubbing cheek.

"I'm sorry, maybe you should let me know when you switch who the hell is in control!"

"Well it was kind of a last minute decision, so excuse me!"

Tom sat back on his heels, looking over every square-inch of my body, his cracked lips lifted into a crooked smile.

"Can I talk to Jordan?" he whispered, gently wiping some of the blood off his face.

"Of course."