Ride or Die (Scomiche Fanfiction)

Chapter 7: Meat Boy's Revenge

Mitch’s POV

Things turned from perfect to absolutely awful.

I’d never seen Scott so scared in all of my life. When he saw his dad, something in his eyes disappeared and a creamy cloudiness took its place. His face turned a deadly white and he wasn’t moving a muscle. I was screaming for him to come back, but something was stopping him. I didn’t know what it was or what I could do to bring him back, but Scott wasn’t a part of reality anymore.

Seconds passed before I heard Scott hit the floor, his head slamming into the pavement and the life draining out of his face.

“Scott!” I screamed as loudly as my lungs would allow. “Scott! Please! Scott!”

But it was no use. A look of sheer terror still lingered on his unconscious face.

“Mitch!” Kirstie squealed suddenly, and I turned around quickly only to get a face-full of fist. Landing next to Scott, I was careful not to let my head smash onto the concrete. Warm blood trickled down my flushed face, and a thin bead of sweat lined my forehead.

The blistering idiot of a man that was Scott’s dad swung around and started tormenting the others. Kevin ended up in the bushes lining the outside of the casino, but when Idiot Man made a jab at Kirstie, Avi went ballistic.

“Don’t talk to her like that!” He threw punch after punch, beating the huge beef-ball to his knees. “EVER. AGAIN.”

“Avi!” Kirstie pulled Avi off Scott’s dad, the blood from Avi’s hands transferring to hers. “Thanks,” she said awkwardly, not letting go of his hands.

“Um-” Avi was staring at her lips, and I knew he wanted to take her right there on the casino wall. But, Avi being the mature, older one that he was, took the high road. “Come on.”

Taking her hand and leading her into the casino, Avi and Kirstie escaped to safety. I kneeled next to Scott, tried to shake him awake in the meantime, but nothing happened. All the good that did was get some of my nose-blood on his chin. I decided that even if he was passed out, more damage could be done. I dragged him behind a parked car next to us and continued to find Beef Boy, ready to inflict some serious damage.

One thing to know about good-boy Mitch Grassi: you DON’T lay a finger on my boyfriend, unless you want the wrath.

I saw Scott’s dad barreling towards me the second I turned around. Knowing that I was half his size and would be easily crushed under the force of all his weight, I leapt out of the way. His giant figure couldn’t stop in time to rebound, so he went crashing into parked car Scott was hidden under. The mirror of the passenger’s door shattered and the glass rained upon the road. Meat Man turned around, covered in blood, with several tiny shards of glass stuck in his muscular arms. The poor car had a giant, man-sized hole in the side of it as he struggled to catch his balance.

I took his dazed state as my opportunity to strike. I rushed over to the bloody, discombobulated figure and used all my weight to tackle him. I ended up on top of him, punching his face as hard as could. His giant arms gripped my small frame like vices, pieces of the mirror digging into my skin. I continued punching at his face and neck, some of my shots going haywire do to the fact that I was being jostled endlessly by Idiot Boy.

I began to lose momentum and the meat head saw my weakness. He threw me off of him and I landed on the sidewalk- but before I had a chance to rebound and stand, 300 pounds of man landed on top of my right leg with tremendous force. I would normally be crying and wailing in pain at a time like this, but for some reason, I ignored the terrible pain.

This was the man that tortured my Scott for his childhood years. I thought to myself.

He beat him.

He insulted him.

He gave him hell.

But you know what? It’s time for a slice of revenge-pie. I thrashed away from Scott’s dad, screaming my head off and flailing my arms in hopes of getting hold of anything I could use to my advantage. Blood was dripping down his face and I doubted he could see, so when I thrilled out from under him, I leaned against the badly trashed car and started kicking him forcefully with my left leg, the good leg. I held my weight up with the strength of my arms leaning against the car, and although I must’ve looked like a spaz, it was working.

Meaty slurred a string of curses under his breath, grabbing at his wounds and backing away. He stumbled into the grassy lawn of the casino, and started shouting his profanities and trip-walking in a circle. He tried to go after a few (hopefully, but not absolutely positively innocent) drunk gamblers, and I decided the only way to stop him in his aggressive, drunken stir was to knock him out. Looking at myself, my knuckles were bloody and my arms full of rich fatigue. My right leg felt completely crunched, and my ribs and lungs were burning from the thrashing and screaming I’d done earlier.

Obviously, I wasn’t going to be able to knock Beefy out with my bare hands. I looked around the vicinity and grabbed a glass coin sitting around a sculpture for the Gold and Silver casino. It was a pretty piece of art- like a waterfall of large, shimmering coins, with thick black letters that read “Gold & Silver” across the glass. I was never really into art, but this one was beautiful.

Too bad I was about to smash it to pieces.

I limped over to the blistering idiot and threw the golden coin over his head. He started getting lightheaded, no doubt due to the fact that he had lost so much blood. In one last ditch effort to get him to the ground, I shoved him into the sculpture.

The result was breathtaking. Sparkling glass of different shades of gray and gold rained upon him, making the air itself seem like it was made of fairy dust. A shattering sound occurred, but it sounded like music.

Bbbbrrriiinnngggg!

The sculpture went, drizzling onto Meat Man like chimes. When it was finally done, Beefy didn’t seem to be moving, as he was covered in randomly strewn black letters and sparkling glass.

Even though he was out, I was fading fast. Blood oozed out of me in several places, and I knew I was going down. I crawled to where Scott lay, only to find that he wasn’t there.

A rush of anxiety ran through me and stood on my good leg, whirling around, feeling ready for a whole new brawl. Anger rang through me- who touched him? Who hurt him? There will be HELL to pay!

I started limping into the street, when two arms warmly swept me off my feet. Looking up, I saw the two majestic blue eyes swimming with pride, and a dazzling white smile that any man would live for.

But before I could speak, I closed my eyes and coldness filled my body. I was out, partially because of my blood loss and partially because I was so damn tired.