As I was walking in the street, I heard some people coming out of a pub, completely waisted. They were singing a song I wasn't even sure to recognise, and they were trying to figure out the road to get back home.
I walked pass them, ignoring their immature whistles. One of them started to get my attention calling after me, but I once again kept walking my way.- C'mon young lady! You're not funny! He shouted drunkenly.
If only I could reply, but teasing him wasn't the solution if I wanted to be released of this annoying man. I kept walking on the side walk, ignoring the cold air hitting my face and the boring comments made toward me. I could hear them walking behind me with difficulties, but I knew this wasn't a good thing. Being followed by a bunch of drunk men during the night in London was never good news.
I sight, walking a little faster, trying to outrun them, without a real success. Like if I didn't had enough surprise for today with what I saw earlier, I had to get in trouble.A year ago, I wouldn't had think twice before turning back and punching them. But a lot had changed since last year, and I promised myself I wouldn't punch anything or anyone anymore. And I would keep that promise, because it was one I made to myself as a part of my grief, and I would make it right, for him. All I could to right now was to run and hope I would escape them, even if I highly doubted that. And so I did as I thought and started running through the streets taking directions of my apartment.
As expected, they reached me a few streets after, pushing me against the wall with strength. My back hit the bricks hardly, making me suffer for a split second. I could smell their bad breaths from where I was, making me want to throw up.
- why did you tried to escape? Asked one of them with a dirty look on me. We just wanted to have a little fun with you, but now, we will have to punish you instead!
I repressed a shiver running down my spine, looking at them with what I hoped was a poker face. They didn't seemed to appreciate my lack of fear as one of them slapped me across the face. I closed my eyes for a second repressing the urge to get back to him and bit him.
I turned my face back to them, keeping my face blank one again. The same one clenched his fist before hitting my jawbone hardly, making me bit my tongue to blood.I could feel the pain growing by the second as I spitted some blood before turning my face to them once again. I knew I were defying them, but I was proud, and I was an ex fighter, I couldn't help it. It was was I always did to my opponent, giving them a look saying they were nothing but sh*t to me.
The three of the started punching me all at the same time, not caring that. I was a woman. They were hitting my face, arms, stomach, every piece of me they could reach. And I stood there, not moving, not reacting. I closed my eyes, as I felt my body getting weaker, my legs started to shake.I was used to punches after all the fights I did, but I was still human, and after a dozen of punches from them, I lamely felt on the floor. My legs were too weak to support me any longer, and my body was hurting me a little more every seconds.
I was laying on the floor and they were now kicking me with their feet, pushing me again and again against the wall. I closed my eyes, begin the sky to make it stop.I didn't believed in anything or anyone, but I would do anything to make it stop. Anything but fight back, but I wasn't even physically able to do it anymore anyway. I started mentally apologise to my father, for not telling him straight away what mom did, I was sorry to my friends, the olds like the new ones, for not being so expressive or passionate as other people were.
I also apologised to him, for not fighting back. Maybe today would be my last day, I would die here alone, in this dark street of London. I knew he would have wanted to see me fighting back for my life, and punching these men to get away. But my love for him stopped me, I weren't done with my grief, and going against it may signify that he couldn't rest in peace. And I couldn't accept the idea that he wasn't in peace, it was the least I could do for him.I could feel every inches of my body burning and hurting me as hell, the taste of blood in my mouth. I didn't wanted to die just yet, but I couldn't make a move. A few more punches and I would be knocked out, and a few others and I would be dead.
My head was pounding and my arms and legs felt heavy as hell, like an elephant were sitting casually on top of me. The pain I was feeling was a billion times harder than hitting my toe on the corner of my desk and I promised myself that if I survived, I wouldn't complain about that anymore. It was like knifes were hitting me repeatedly, and I couldn't do anything about it. It was frustrating and scary.I could feel adrenaline through my veins, but even this wasn't enough to make me move a finger. All my senses were in alert, and the more seconds were passing by, the more hopeless I was feeling. I was getting more and more sure that I would be dead within seconds, I was giving up, and so was my body.
But at the moment I decided it was time for me to let go, I felt like one of them stopped, and then a second one, and the third one stopped as well. I first felt relieved, before I started wondering why they suddenly decided to stop._____________
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