Prodigal Catharsis

Chapter Two

***Continued***

I can feel a boiling sensation start in the pit of my stomach. Peter and Cody notice and lip 'don't do it'.

"YOU KNOW THE ONLY REASON WHY I DON'T SLAP YOU SILLY IS BECAUSE YOU'RE MY MOTHERS DAUGHTER, SO SHUT THE f**k UP" he continued to trash Rachel.

If there was one thing that could ever get me to rage this bad and for the right reasons, this was it. Rachel began to cry and I began to re-position my body, angling myself out towards him. I was preparing to defend Rachel the best that I could.

As Tommy and his buddies began to laugh at Rachel while she had her face in her hands, they lost focus on the fact that I was now in a squatting position on the booth seat. With Tommy's face just inches away from Rachel, sneering at her while she cried, I cleared my throat.

Peter and Cody sit in absolute trembling fear of what is about to happen, but all they can do is stay seated because George and Trevor had their escape blocked.

Now, I had already begun to clench my fist and just as Tommy looked up, still laughing, I delivered a crushing blow directly into his bottom lip. He stumbles back for a moment with blood pouring out of his mouth and spits out a tooth.

Then he reaches over and pulls me out of the booth. My sneaker grazes the back of Rachel's head as she ducks down. When he has me standing in front of him, I try to strike him again, but he catches my right in his left and with a huge right hand, he delivers a crushing blow to my left temple. Then tunnel visionsets in and as I lie on the floor, fading to black, the sight of a shocked Rachel leaves my vision.