More or Less

Chapter 17 • Sunrise

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Alisha's POV

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After Stephon punched him in the jaw, Brandon immediately steps back from the shock of being hit. But he has taken boxing classes ever since he was seven, so he just spits the blood from his mouth onto the floor and immediately jerks his arm forward. His fist smashes right into Stephon's mouth and he follows with a swift uppercut. It all happened so fast, in a blink of an eye, I swear.

Stephon steps back, momentarily dazed from the lethal combo. I swear, at that moment, he was going to get destroyed by Brandon. He's still weak from lastnight's injuries and I'm sure that if he continues fighting, his stitching will open up. He'll bleed and if an ambulance doesn't come soon enough, he'll die.

I take off my heels and grab Stephon's arm, hoping he'll think clearly for a moment. No one has yet dare try to separate the two, fear and even amusement on their faces. The way Brandon and Stephon look at eachother makes me think that this fight has been long over due.

"Don't fight, Stephon!" I beg, pulling him back. Tears threaten to fall and I suddenly feel very small, an ant compared to the two. I feel hopeless, even ashamed, because I'm to blame for this. "Stop!"

Brandon readies his arms and beckons Stephon and I immediately know this is about to get ugly, fast. A wicked smile plays around Stephon's lips as he studies his opponent with hungry eyes.

The look on Stephon's face leaves me speechless and wonderstuck. This tattooed man wants to fight the boxer, he wants to see blood. His eyes brighten with bloodthirsty ambition and his fingers twitch to crack a skull. It excites him in a way I couldnt even begin to understand.

I know, from the bottom of my heart, that if this fight happens, only one will be left standing. And it won't be the boxer.

Stephon doesn't really acknowledge me, simply pushes me back before suddenly stepping forward and punching Brandon right in the lower abdomen, hard. Blood spurts from the boxer's mouth and before he could recover, the tattooed man lifts him up by the throat and slams him into the food table.

Everybody immediately begins to hoot as the two begin to pound away at eachother with iron fists. I begin to cry. The sight of it was gory, horrible, terrifying even. Why are they cheering this on?

Goldo busts into the room and I immediately rush over to him. "Stop them!" I beg, sobbing. "They're going to kill eachother!"

Goldo nods his head and begins to step towards them but is stopped by my mother. "He's drunk," she informs me, hopeless. "They'll kill him, too. I have to call the Police."

"No!" I snatch the phone from her hand. She can't call the Police. They'll send them to the Hospital and common sense tells me that it.0 isn't a safe haven for Stephon. If it was, he would have gone there instead of Grace's apartment lastnight. "Don't call the police, okay?"

"But Ali -- "

"Please, mom, please?" I beseech, putting my hand together. Am I even coherent right now?

"They're going to kill eachother, Alisha!" she argues, snatching the phone from my shaky fingers. "I can't just let that happen in my house!"

No... I have to do this myself and fast. They won't hit me so if I get inbetween them, they'll have no choice but to stop this savage fight.