That which we believed

Part 1

-I was talking to Vic, and the tremor in my voice was due to the accepted amount of alcohol.

He was still hesitant whether to fulfill the challenge.

The party was in full swing. The youngsters were drinking a shot after a shot. My eyes were oozing from cigarette smoke. At short intervals, I heard strange cries. Some were so drunk that fainting on the ground, and their collision with the floor seemed quite painful.

-Go ahead:-I invited him again.

-I can not:-he replied, not laughing to look at me

-What are you afraid of:-I asked him

-Let him go, Harry-screamed my Edward

-No:-I was categorical-he must fulfill it

I caught him on the tip of his shirt and put his back against the wall.

-Go ahead-I was furious

Maybe the alcohol was affecting my actions. I almost killed him.

-Now you have to go to that muscle, I said, pointing at a man.

Its muscular mass most likely weighed more than 90 kilograms. He had long hair and wore torn jeans.:-You have to tell him it's not worth it:-I laughed

-Your task is not easy:-you laughed at one of the guys

-I confess: I finished their words

Vic's expression was a non-Poukistko, and his gaze was not separated from the picture hanging on the wall. I knew he was afraid, but the fun was worth it.

-Go:-I pushed him

Insecurity Proličavaše in his gait. After every step, he took a breath and closed his eyes lightly. It was like he hoped when he opened it, everything would turn out to be a dream. But sadly, that was the reality, the pernicious contemporary truth.

-Hey:-finally face the man

His legs and hands were making incessant movements.

-I wanted to tell you that.....: his voice is over

Everyone was waiting. In my mind, they've come up with a variety of ideas about how he could turn the man across.

-You look pathetic:-finally managed to finish his sentence

Then run, like a little child. Like he knew what he was waiting for. The man ran after him. He made fast and big jumps.

A loud cry for the silence. Everybody ran to the direction they came from. The man caught him on the collar and Monotonous and incessant blows. Two small-looking blood descended from his bloody nose, and tears ran from his eyes. He seemed helpless. The sad groans were endeavoured to leave his lips, but the trials were futile. The man suffered to hit him one more time, but I could no longer be a witness to such a sight. I had the right to choose. I could have helped or left. This quiet disappearance was not my style. I often appeared unnoticed, but my disappearance was not easy to forget. All eyes were pointed at me. I didn't even know how to react. Soon my desire and will have fought off the remaining fluctuations. I was stuck with confidence, but in a few seconds my stomach was shrinking and my fear was taking over.

-End:-I said wrapping my hand around his

The way hereacted, he seemed weird. His gaze was melted and a slight smile crept into hisface. The forehead changed its position. For a moment there was anextraordinary silence. The lips of all were open, and their eyelids were noteven closed. Curiosity was read in their eyes. It was as if their minds werepopping pictures representing the end of this beating. I didn't know whether togive up or keep fighting. I couldn't yield from my place. Maybe the facts spokedifferently about me. Now I stand here drunk, threatening a man. But one thingwas for sure. My word was law. What Isay always happens. In life withdisrespecting three words,, failure,,; Love,,; and dreams.