I walked along the curb of the filthy street around ten o'clock that night. The rain fell quietly from the dark sky The faint sound of footsteps could be heard as they splashed through the numerous puddles lining the street. I shoved my hands in my coat pockets and listened to the soft steps my converse made as they gently collided with the pavement.
That's when I could just make out the sound of voices coming from the ally across the dimly lit street. I crossed the deserted street reaching the ally. I could barely make out two silhouettes in the shadows. One was crouched down, obviously a lot smaller than the figure towering over them.
"It was nobody! I'm sorry!" A soft voice of a girl pleaded.
"No! I'm tired of your bullshit! I'm tired of your dumb fucking excuses!" The large man boomed.
"Ethan! You're going to draw attention to us." The girl tried to quiet him.
"I don't care! Now shut up and listen. I never want to see you with him again!" The man demanded.
"He was just showing me around-" she started to say.
A large hand harshly came in contact with her face. The girl fell to the ground, cupping her cheek in her hand.
By then I was done watching this happen. I pulled my hood over my head before walking over to where they both were.
Hey man that's no way to treat a lady," I said when I was close enough.
"Did I ask you punk?" He was a few inches shorter than me, so I was towering over him .
I could see a little bit of fear flicker in his eyes, indicating that he wasn't as tough as he let on to be.
"You should go," I said shoving him a little.
"Or what?" He shoved me back.
By now I've had it with this guy. My left hand collided with his jaw. He falls to the ground, but he recovers quickly. He tried to hit me but I dodge him and my knee jabs him in the side. He fell on the ground rolling onto his back holding his side. I straddled him and began punching his face left and right. I then heard the cries of the girl behind me as she begged me to stop. I stood up and turned to her.
"Are you alright?" I asked her.
She had a look of terror on her face, trying to perceive what had just happened. She eventual gave a small nod of assurance. She was a beautiful girl. Her blue eyes sparkled from the tearsin her eyes. Her platinum hair was messy probably from when she had been hit. She looked like a scared small child looking up at me.
I tell her to get home safely before I walked out of the ally.
"Wait what's your name?" The girl asked.
"That's not important," I shouted over my shoulder.
"Michael," I say to myself. "Michael Clifford."
