"I was a jerk, quite alright, and I had a really fucked up life.
I may have had some really disturbing things that affected me mentally, physically, socially... probably everything that ends with 'ly's, But there is always one rule that remained in my life since I could think properly as a kid till date as a young adult gangster
nobody ever talks shit about my mother!
I could still hear his fists banging against my face, but I couldn't feel anything at the moment. Everything just became dimmer by the second, but still, it felt like... it felt like those words sent some fluid of rage and agitation and strength all over my body at the same time.
What did you say about my mother? I asked, raising my bloody, battered, and swollen face up slightly. I tried giving him a serious look, but my left eye was punched shut already, and I was pretty sure my swollen lip changed the exact expression I wanted him to see on my face.
He stared at me, then took his knee off my chest slowly, then brought his face closer to mine. 'I'm going to say it clearly this time, so you can hear it better, lad,' he said, as he took a quick glance at the crowd, letting out a wide smile. Everyone mirrored his actions... even Sophia.
But she just danced with me a few minutes ago, or is she acting out of fear? No... she didn't look scared to me; she directly pointed at me, laughing, and she looked more like a maniac. All her beauty vanished.
'Show that little piece of shit who's boss! Haha!' a guy from the crowd said, as the whole crowd reacted.
'Yeah, fuck him up real good!
Ha! Kill the little fucker!'
he kept on protesting, as the crowd followed. I marked him; I marked his stupid albino face, and he noticed I did."
"I was already so down and weak. It was at this moment I knew I was definitely among deadly people.
This must be an illegal bar. I let out a deep breath; I knew what he was about to say, and I just wanted to hear it for myself.
He turned back to me and said the words to my face, with his stinking breath:
'I said fuck your mama, mama, mama, mama, mama...'
His voice kept ringing in my head for about ten seconds, if I'm correct. As the room remained dead silent.
"You heard me right, kid, so what you gonna do about it?" he asked, looking me in the eye, the right one to be precise. The left was still shut.
A million thoughts on how to kill this guy rushed through my head in less than seconds. I could feel my whole body burning, and... it felt good for some reason
Calculations on how I could kill this motherfucker appeared before me: the space of the broken bottle parts from my left arm to the car keys under my thigh to the bottle by my rib, all this before me in seconds.
And I made the right choice at the moment, picking the broken bottle with my left arm swiftly, shoving it into his hairy neck. I was so fast he didn't see it coming; he didn't recognize I had stabbed him until after two seconds. Then he pressed both his arms against it as he jumped off me.
"The little fuck stabbed me!" he cried out, literally like tears came streaming down his cheeks for real. The grown motherfucker was afraid to die.
He crashed into the counter as he pulled the bottle part out of his neck, making a slurpy sucking sound as he pulled it out, letting out a loud cry. I noticed a lady throw up.
Yeah... I sunk that good."
He tried putting pressure on it but unfortunately, it was a wide deep cut.. the blood just had to make its way out i enjoyed every moment watching him as he staggered left and right.
"I don't wanna die no not now what have you done!"He cried out loud as everyone watched I could see the shock on their faces.
I could just walk up to him and slam another bottle to his head, but I wanted him to pass through a slow death a painful one.
"Yoou !! Little fucker !! He said with a difficult voice as he slid a knife off of the counter.
he charged towards me as he swung the knife towards me with his left arm using his right to put pressure on his punctured neck.
I quickly sighted a bottle of red label few steps away from me so I picked it.
He kept on coming to me swinging the knife
I could see his every move before he made them like three seconds before he made them.
Swipe! he swung the knife at me but missed
No ! You are going down with me you little son of a ..
Apapap ! Nah no way
I didn't let him complete the motherfucking sentence swinging the bottle full of content against his lower jaw I sent it out of its place
No I wasn't done yet I didn't let him fall to the ground before sticking the broken bottle in my left hand back into the same spot I stabbed before, then. Pulled it back out…. then put it back in again before his body lost its balance falling to the ground with a loud thud..
Looking at him on the ground for the first four seconds just made me realize that I wished he was still on his feet I really wanted to do a lot more damage to him.
So much blood left his neck going split spiff shooting out with pressure and it made me feel good in a way.
Every stab made him feel less human to me …..more like meat.
I took the knife from his hand and took a grip of his lower lip then sent the knife through it as the crowd exclaimed .(ooooh)
The lip shrinked a little after taking it out of his face. I did the same with the upper one then threwthem on the ground before I wiped my hands on the mother fuckers body.
Yh nobody talks bout my mama like that !
I got up on my feet as I let out a deep breath. The smell of iron from within made me realize that i was probably bleeding from inside my head or maybe it was just the broken nose I didn't know but I. Suddenly felt the urge for a drink at the moment so I let my feeling known to Sophia immediately.
Hey bitch I said pointing at her with the knife in my left hand as she looked back repeatedly
"Me"? She said with a shaky tone.
Yeah bitch you I'm taking to you go get me something to drink.