TITLE: Personal Effects
GENRE: Young Adult
It felt good to hit someone.
I couldn’t say that out loud, but it was the truth.
After weeks of taking it, months of going numb to avoid the inevitable fight, it felt f***ing amazing to let loose and beat the sh** out of someone. Even if I got banged up, even if I got suspended. Worth it.
That first punch was in slow motion, with a hazy comet trail following my arm all the way to Pinscher’s face. His nose exploded with a crunch like smashing crusty ice with your heel. Blood flooded his mouth and chin, making him sputter, dripping all over his f***ed-up tee shirt. Maybe the blood should have made me stop, or at least pause, but it didn’t.
In that moment before the others jumped in, I was The Man. I was a god. I was a son Dad could be proud of and a brother T.J. could brag about. I wasn’t me. I was more than me. It was like T.J. and Dad were behind me, like their strength was in my arm. And in another way it was like there was no T.J. or Dad: Just me, this strong and strange me, in total control and in total chaos.
That moment of me-but-not-me felt so good I hit Pinscher again and again and again. No one was gonna stop me from making sure Pinscher, and everyone else, remembered what happened when you got in my face.