Chapter - 23
Ryan
Another punch makes its way to my face causing the reflex to bent sideways and unlike last time it misses me. A light grin play on my lips as I look into the eyes of Arthur with the victory.
Just as petrol is to a car, that smile is for him. His next punch land straight into my nose without giving any warning of hallow. A painful sting on the bone of my nose induces the gagged noises out of my mouth as I press my mouth to cover the nose and on my ass down.
Damn him, fuck!
".... How did you like that?" I manage to make something sense from the end.
"Eeh! Fuck!" I just cuss.
I settle on the ground for a while until my nose gets used to the smell of blood and pain. My open mouth to breathe give me an idea of what had happened. Well, my eyes got a stingy feel too. I try to ignore it.
"My face. Damn!" I squeak as I listen to him giggle.
My head and my eyes aren't aware of anything then the little annoying probes just like my brother who calls me his friend and who squat before me.
I look up with my palm still on my nose and anger plastered over my face. In vain.
"What the real fuck?!" I bombard him.
He hovers over me boring his eyes on my now very worried eyes, his aura of the kind I don't want to meet right now. Maybe because I have forgotten how to deal with it or I am shit scared.
"The real fuck is, however, I deny that I am your uncle's bastard who had striven for his mother's right his whole life only get bitten by the only partial bastard, that is you but I can't. I thought this punch will dissolve feeling which is like a poking stick on my ass and so I rehearsed it I. My head. But guess what? "
Real fuck!
I don't say a thing and just look at him patiently waiting for all the arrows to be thrown at my already swollen arse.
" That blow is missing. I wish I get that soon." He says and smiles his best signature one. His hard jaw gets more smothering as his cheek makes a semblance of a perfect meander, the kind any man would want to flatter a woman. I always wondered why they would sneak view of him and here I got my answer in this pathetic situation.
"Damn it, Arthur, as if your mother were a saint." I hiss in pain.
"I never said she was and as well as I know how she had dug a pit for herself but it wasn't supposed to be you. Does it mean you will put me and what I love at stake too?"
What?
"For God sake Arthur, don't question me on this. I have ditched what I once loved for you. I can do it again." I say with determination and anger all at once. While he stares through me I wish he infers what I really feel about him but not the guilt about Sabrina- the woman who I loved with all my heart but chose Arthur over her.
He doesn't say a thing but extends a palm to me. I hold it and he squeezes it tight to signify his confidence towards me.
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