|Nay The Bully (standard:drama, 1232 words)|
|Author: MD||Added: Mar 23 2012||Views/Reads: 1802/922||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|This is a short realistic fiction about a bully who may be a potential woman beater|
I felt as though I had "word vomit". My mouth was moving in anger and a bunch of vulgar words spewed out. This had not been the first time I had an intense argument with Nay, yet I was infuriated that he had the audacity to talk to me in such a manner. Jamesha was my co-signer, concurring with every statement I made. Nay soon began to rise from the couch that he was sitting on. My face and hands tingle. I felt a fight coming on and I was anticipating it. During the course of the argument Nay made his way over to the couch Jamesha and I were sitting on. Then, in one swift move, he lifted his hand and I heard a loud smack. I sat there muscle tightened waiting on him to hit me, but nothing happened. I opened my eyes and realized he had hit Jamesha instead of me. It was I who had made the first comment that started the whole argument, yet Jamesha was punished. In a matter of seconds Jamesha's expression went from calm and collected to anger. The next thing I remember is Nay's brick like body hovering above Jamesha. He began wailing on her coming down with increasingly harder blows. Jamesha kicked back furiously trying to hit hard enough to make him stop, but the hits kept on coming. I sat there in bewilderment and thought it wise to move out there way. Jamesha had managed to wrap her legs around Nay and roll him over so that she was on top of him. They landed on the side table and it broke in half upon impact. Finally, Jamesha was in charge, she began beating Nay in the face. While this was going on, Sunshine, Jamesha's sister walked through the door and realized there was a fight going. She jumped in the fight to her sister's aid and began simultaneously kicking him in the face while Jamesha punched him. About the seventh or eighth time a blow was dealt to Nay, I was thrown in a trance. As I was sitting there watching the fight I couldn't help but remember back two years ago, Nay and I were standing on the porch arguing. I had said something smart to get an emotion out of him. He stood there and glared at me. I smirked, and in triumph I turned my back towards him. Looking back I realized that I had made a mistake because in that instance, he lifted his foot, and kicked me off the porch. I landed on the ground with a -THUD. My knees were badly scraped. There was caked up mud in my mouth and my knees trickled with blood. Tears began to well up in my eyes. Until then, that had been the first time another kid had laid a hand on me. The first time I was bullied. The yelling of Nay's little brother snapped me out of my memory. "If you're going to fight, do it outside of the house!" With an approving nod Jamesha muttered "okay let's go then". Jamesha walked to the door and Nay followed her with a smug look on his face. Before Jamesha even got a chance to so much as firmly plant her foot on the step outside the door, Nay lifted his leg and "this is sparta" kicked her down the steps. I couldn't believe what I saw. He pulled the same trick on me years ago! I couldn't believe it. Nay was standing there laughing in victory. He was so happy that he forgot that Sunshine was behind him, and when he finally realized it, it was too late. Now, he was being hit from behind and while that was going on Jamesha had managed to collect herself off of the ground. She charged up the steps and began hitting Nay. This time she fought with more rage. Somehow this fight made its way to the kitchen. Nay's little brother, Kevin, looked at me and asked "Are you going to jump in and help him?" The way that i was raised i knew the ethical thing would be to help him out, but i couldn't help to think back to the times where he abused me and I thought shoot he deserved this beating. Finally after minutes of a gruesome beating Kevin and Nay's older sister said "That's enough, he's taking enough of a beating." When this was said Jamesha and her sister relinquished him and walked away. Nay began to rise from the floor. His face was the badly bruised and blood trickled from his nose and dropped to the floor. He puffed up his chest and he said the words I would never forget. "Y'all still punch like some girls.” I thought he had to be crazy, he just got the worst beating that nobody in their life deserve, yet he still manages to say something smart. Surely that was his pride talking. He walked into the other room and slammed the door. As we all sat there thinking about what happened I only had only phrase to describe what happened. Karma, What goes around comes around. Right? We looked around the room and noticed that during the course of the fight a lot of things that was in the path of the altercation was Click here to read the rest of this story (30 more lines)
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