I never could take him, he wasn't much older then me, but he was fucking
strong. 7 years and still I couldn't take this sorry excuse for a fucking
human being! Show down. It was evening and I was walking on the streets,
didn't feel like going home, hell, I never wanted to go home again. My
stepfather fucked me again and I run after that. He's such a fucking
asshole and so is that bitch that had me. Wrong place wrong time.
"Faith!" He called out and I stopped. "Not now!" I yelled back and he snorted behind my back "Faithy has demands" He snickered and I turned "Yes I fucking have demands" I said as the anger smoldered in my eyes. He stepped back a little "Hey, don't get mad, I was just kidding" He said but I could hear he was fucking with me.
"Don't fuck with me, I've shut up for 7 years now and I'm fucking tired of it!" I yelled at him and he launched at me "Nobody talks to me like that" He yelled at he punched me down. I hit the tiles, but launched up as soon as I landed. I didn't wonder how I could do that at that point, that came later. Right now I just wanted to punch that fucking smile of his face, and I did just that. I hit him, and he flew about a meter away. My fist didn't even hurt. "Shit, what did you do" Frank breathed as he helped his friend up. "Leave me alone, just fucking leave me alone!" I yelled. He was up. "Why?" He asked, brushing blood off of his face.
"Because I say so" I said getting back my self-confidence. I had all this extra strength and this rush of adrenaline that pumped through my body. "Is that right?" He asked and edged closer. Suddenly I felt a huge blow against my head and I staggered forward, landing on all fours. I dropped and kicked, the boy behind me fell and I jumped up.
I was loosing all self-control and attacked the boy that had made my life a searing hell for all this years. I punished him down with the first blow and sat on top of him wile punishing him. Words I didn't plan on saying came out of my mouth and I made no effort on stopping them "You fucking asshole, you son of a fucking bitch, who do you fucking think you are. You are nothing! Nothing!!!" I got pulled up, but I floored the guy. I kicked, punched and bit everything that dared to touch me. They ran and I sank to the ground, breath heavily.
"Faith?" A man's voice said. I looked up and say this English dude in full suite. That was not a sight you usually saw in Boston. "Uh-huh, I'm Faith, what do you want" I said and climbed up.
"I'm your watcher"
The end.
"Faith!" He called out and I stopped. "Not now!" I yelled back and he snorted behind my back "Faithy has demands" He snickered and I turned "Yes I fucking have demands" I said as the anger smoldered in my eyes. He stepped back a little "Hey, don't get mad, I was just kidding" He said but I could hear he was fucking with me.
"Don't fuck with me, I've shut up for 7 years now and I'm fucking tired of it!" I yelled at him and he launched at me "Nobody talks to me like that" He yelled at he punched me down. I hit the tiles, but launched up as soon as I landed. I didn't wonder how I could do that at that point, that came later. Right now I just wanted to punch that fucking smile of his face, and I did just that. I hit him, and he flew about a meter away. My fist didn't even hurt. "Shit, what did you do" Frank breathed as he helped his friend up. "Leave me alone, just fucking leave me alone!" I yelled. He was up. "Why?" He asked, brushing blood off of his face.
"Because I say so" I said getting back my self-confidence. I had all this extra strength and this rush of adrenaline that pumped through my body. "Is that right?" He asked and edged closer. Suddenly I felt a huge blow against my head and I staggered forward, landing on all fours. I dropped and kicked, the boy behind me fell and I jumped up.
I was loosing all self-control and attacked the boy that had made my life a searing hell for all this years. I punished him down with the first blow and sat on top of him wile punishing him. Words I didn't plan on saying came out of my mouth and I made no effort on stopping them "You fucking asshole, you son of a fucking bitch, who do you fucking think you are. You are nothing! Nothing!!!" I got pulled up, but I floored the guy. I kicked, punched and bit everything that dared to touch me. They ran and I sank to the ground, breath heavily.
"Faith?" A man's voice said. I looked up and say this English dude in full suite. That was not a sight you usually saw in Boston. "Uh-huh, I'm Faith, what do you want" I said and climbed up.
"I'm your watcher"
The end.