hotel he drove in ever widening circles, telling himself that he needed to
know the roads, to know the whole city like the back of his hand. But he knew
the truth, he was desperate to get away. Each night he went farther, making
sure he could get back before daybreak. His life snapping at his heels,
making him miserable with need. Making his head pound with noise and
frustration.
redneck drunks. As he opened the door a haze of smoke and
sweat rolled over him. The smell of beer was overpowering. He took a deep
breath and went to the counter. The bartender was half asleep, anxious
to end his day. "I'll have a J.D.", he murmured and tossed a bill
down. The
bartender obliged, and slid the drink over to him. He drank it in a gulp, the
alcohol filling his senses with a momentary fire. He was ready.
He chose a victim, the least drunk of the bunch, and went for the easy
victory.
blow?"
around, his face flushing red.
there." He pulled a twenty out of his jacket and stuffed it in the mans'
pocket. The mans' companion snickered nervously
leaned forward as though to give the man a hug.
sleeve and forced him bodily out of the bar, his companions followed.
arms wide. "C'mon, give me what I want you cheap fuck!" he
shouted. The older
man rushed, him hitting hard into his ribs, which gave with an audible crack.
Angel coughed and stepped back. Another hit, side of the face. Another hit,
the crunch of a broken nose. He looked up as the man began to turn away, his
honor satisfied. "You're not done" Angel jeered, "I paid you for
sex and I
want some!"
finger into Angels chest.
"Nope" He replied, "I can see I didn't pay you
enough."
Kellys' hand to his own mouth and licked his palm leaving a slick of blood
and spit.
flurry of blows that knocked Angel to the ground. "Had enough
jackass!?" He
shouted, punctuating the words with a series of kicks to the gut.
other twenty. The final blow, inevitably to the groin. Angel curled into a
ball, shuddering with pain as the drunk headed back to bar, victorious in the
company of friends.
was content. Able at last to listen only to the ringing in his ears, his
nagging conscience was silenced, drowned out by the pain in his battered
body. He slid a bead to the other side on his mental scale. Pain for pain, he
would pay it back, pay for what he had done.
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Kneeling in the confessional, his eyes filled with unshed tears.
brewery!"
man. He made me so angry over nothing."
his bloodied hands. "I can never make it right again."
