Past

two

My fists are clenched, knuckles white with anger soaring through my veins, my heart pulsating as quick as the wind. I grit my teeth as I stare at the man in front of me - the man I once called my father.
"Move. Out. Of. My. Way."
Harsh words roll off my tongue; the alcohol has stained his breath, my eyes nearly watering from the staggering stench.
"Eh? What's that Son? What ya' sayin' to your old pal?"
He moves closer to me slowly, his arm moving rapidly, his hand locking itself around my neck. The wall that I had forgotten was there now greeted me with a bang to the head, as my eyes now looked into his, searching for some kind of emotion.
"EH? What ya SAYIN?"
He now holds on for dear life, picking me up as he throttles me, sending me back into the wall; I gasp for breath as I move quickly, sending a punch to his red face - the sudden blow makes him lose his balance, which is regained quick. I kick the back of his legs, sending him to the floor, now sending punches left right and centre. The familiar red liquid flows like a waterfall from his nose which probably was broken but I don't give a fuck.
My hands now find his neck as I scream into his ear, fighting back the tears that built up over the years.
"THIS IS HOW IT FEELS. This is how it FUCKING FEELS YOU MOTHERFUCKER!"
All my strength in that one squeeze - one squeeze, which sends him to be taken over by a deep dark wave.