The Princess & The Jerk (Fifth Book of "Fire and Ice" Series)

CH.5: Your pain, My regret

Dear All,

Here comes CH.5 of this story, and of course the chapter is long and rather intense, due what happens in it.

I hope you will enjoy it, and I will be looking forward to reading your comments and messages, thank you 😊

I won't say much about this update, aside the fact that I believe we will have a turning point for Sergey, and I am sure you will understand what I mean by reading it.

I would like to dedicate this chapter to everyone, and in particular to Choizya as sincere thank you for your comments and feedbacks, and because you made a comment that definitely guessed it right, but I won't say much now, or else I'd spoil the future fun ^^

The song is still from Imagine Dragons, as they have a lot of music inspiring me and seeming good for this story.

Now, enjoy it!

"No space of regret can make amends for one life's opportunity misused," by Charles Dickens in "A Christmas Carol"

SERGEY POV:

"You want to get even with me for this morning, right?" Denisov growled at me and I felt my friends tensing up, but I couldn't care less. "Go ahead, dickhead, go ahead and let's see if you have enough guts to beat me by yourself, fucktard." I said nothing to that, because he knew me too well for my taste and he twisted the knife in the wound, firing my anger more and more. He snorted at me and smirked in his usual insufferable way. "You don't, right? Ha, you are so lame that it's not even funny."

"Anatoly," Taylor seemed to caution him, still standing at his side and regarding me as if wanting to make me disappear. I looked away from him and stared back at one of the persons I thought of hating the most.

"You called for it, Denisov," I retorted back, accepting his challenge.

"Bring it on, asshole," he spat back, putting some distance between himself and Taylor, always being a soft-hearted fucker, and I smiled at him, savouring the moment we would beat the shit out of each other.

There was hell inside my mind and heart, and my first punch connected with Denisov's ugly face following his challenge, making him spit a bit of blood and realizing he had taken it openly on purpose. Taylor went to move, but they closed around him in three, not wanting to face him alone and, yeah, we all were a bunch of cowards. That queer laughed at me and, without giving me time to realize it, his fist crashed against my jaw once, and then other two times, forcing me almost on my knees; but I was too pumped to feel pain or be scared, so I reacted faster than he expected, jumping on the insufferable asshole and slamming him on the ground, immediately going to hit his face. Other two guys joined and kicked him to the side, and I let them, no longer reasoning.

But Denisov knew how to fight, due to his days back in the gang, and he soon got up on his feet hitting Jonathan quite badly, for then punching me once more, grabbing Chris by his neck and throwing him on the ground, like some maniac pumped by animalistic adrenaline. I threw myself in the brawl and, suddenly, he stopped reacting. I used the chance and a kick in his guts sent him on his knees, knowing he would counterattack and get it back at me. However, it didn't happen, and I just went on.

Why had he stopped fighting back, looking like a ghost? I looked at his face and the expression of guilt on it almost knocked the breath out of me, as I recognized myself in him, hating it very much. He had found the guts to change and I envied him very much. All of this must have brought back memories and he must be dealing with his conscience and guilt, exactly like me.