Learning to punch

Chapter ~ 7

  Brawl || Xavier Coles

Furious, was an understatement to the anger that boiled the blood in my veins. My car was wreaked, the tires slashed, windows smashed, multiple dents and to put the icing on the cake, spray paint. The contents that were in side my car was piled on top of my dented in roof, the only photo of my mother torn in two stuck on the side of my car door with red spay paint.

Revenge

1# Warning

Gasps and murmurs got louder as the crowd of students circling my car got bigger. I could feel my hands shake, as I picked the torn pieces of my mother off the car door. The last remaining item of my mother was ruined by a group of angry teenagers who can't handle the fact that their bully parade was trampled on.

Tears pricked my eyes staring down at the torn photo, my mother's body was torn down the middle. "Xav?" My sisters voice said softly, my eyes glanced at her, she had tears streaming down her cheeks, her hand gripping mine as she looked down at the photo. "I'm sorry" she choked out.

They could ruined my car a hundred times worse anything but as long as they left my Mum alone. They tore the one thing I had of my childhood away from me, it was part of my identity. How dare they.

"Fuck'n hell" a voice muttered, beside me, I glanced up seeing Callum staring at what's suppose to be my car. I saw red as I turned him, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, pushing him into the door of my car.

"You fucking  low life scum!" I screamed at him, his hands came to my wrists, his eyes wide with shock and pain. "How dare  you! First beat me and now this?! What do you want from me?! What have I ever done to you!" I growled shoving him once more into the car door again, a pained gasp coming from his mouth, I was to angry to care.

"Xavier! No!" my sister yelled as I was pulled harshly off Callum, thown to the floor, shards of broken glass piercing my skin of my arms when I landed. I glanced up at Joel, who had four guys behind him. "Did I anger the pathetic nerd?" He said glaring.

I got up my eyes narrowing at the Joel who just laughed, fuelling my anger. My fingers balling into fists. "Why?" I asked my voice dripping with venom. He was already in trouble why go do this on top of it. "You ruined my life you pathetic fag! Because of you! I'm kicked of the football team! Football is the only shot I had!" He yelled angrily stepping forward threateningly.

"You should of thought of that before you threw the first punch. You think ruining my car will solve everything?! Your suppose to be in juvie but I pleaded with my father not to get the police involved! You only got a slap on the fucking wrist for what you did!" I yelled my head snapping sideways with the force of Joel's fist hitting my cheek.

What Joel wasn't expecting was for me to punch back, my right fist dig into the side of his ribs while my left punch his cheek, causing him to stumble back into his minions. "Wrong fucking move" I growled watching his face contort to shock and pain. "What? you didn't honestly expect me not to know how to fight or throw a punch. I'm insulted" i snapped as he shook off his friends, stepping closer to me his fist pulled back, I laughed sardonically catching his fist in the palm of my hand easily, ignoring the pain that shot up my arm.

"Your more stupid then I thought" I muttered letting go of his fist, punching him in the groin area making him double over, my knee coming up, breaking his nose. Falling backwards blood flooding out of his nose like a broken water pipe.

His friends finally decided to join in, I might be angry but I'm not stupid, I know my limits and I know being out numbered is a fight I can't win, bracing my self with my arms protecting my face as the cascade of punches rained on my body.