Chapter 1
I am sitting at the bar table. Not drinking any whisky, nor beer, nor shots, just a mohito. And I am in my attire, black suit; the club is smoky and colourful moving, hazy lights shining from the ceiling.
I had made some physique in 8 months. Decent, fit, muscle and abs. I am a 24 year old guy, and I despise chatter. And the club was the perfect place to be in your zone, getting drunk in emotions.
No, I did not have a girlfriend. Gorgeous and clingy and mature and mommy type. That’s my type. Did not have that. I was just minding my own business.
But the moment you say, “I was just minding my own business”, the writer then tries to interfere in your business and so is this writer, who is currently writing my story, doing.
The writer just had to give some trouble. Don’t they like seeing me in peace? Whatever man... To my right, a guy started forcing himself on that girl. She doesn’t wanna go out with him and the worst mistake he did was grab her hand.
So I took my half empty mohito glass and threw it at his head. Bang! The glass shattered, and so did his head. He grabbed his head in pain and to make the shock more shocking and because now I was seriously and wholly mad of my business being interfered with, I got up close to him in two seconds and smackd a punch on the left side of his face. BANG! Before he jerked off and fell, I jabbed on the right side of his face with my left fist. BANG! That should’ve done it. For someone who practiced punching on the wall for 8 months, I knew that should’ve done it.
But my rage wasn’t. So I braced myself, sucked in a breath, hardened my body and BANG! I jabbed him in the stomach like hitting a rock and I heard something crack as I did.
He was now on the floor, unconscious, partly awake, but definitely lost his senses and jerked from his position in tremendous pain.
“You okay?“- I asked the girl, whose hand he had grabbed.
“Yes yes I am fine! Thank you so much!“- She managed to say in the midst of all this chaos.
“That’s good”- I said, fixing my collar and walked away.
I got out of the club. “For Gracious sake!“- I exhaled. “I need me some peace, writer!“.
I waited for confirmation. I waited for the writer to give a sign that he wasn’t gonna interfere in my business anymore. I waited. I waited. Nothing.
Got it.
This was my life today.
I need to get stronger.
More stronger.
The smacked guy definitely did not see my face.
Definitely...
Most probably....
Writer... I beg you...
