Resurrection. The Beginning
Date: 12/6/2017, Categories: Love Stories, Author: Fletch64, Source: LushStories
I've done terrible things in my life. I’ve betrayed friends and turned my back on those that were close to me. Your life doesn't truly flash before your eyes, that's all bullshit. It's the regrets that haunt you. No, it's your sins. The ones you let down, the ones you failed. Heart monitor softly beeping _____/\_______/\_______/\___ The fog lifted from my head, I recognized smells, sounds. ‘Where am I?’ I wonder, as I awake. The realization hits me hard. A groan escapes my lips and I think out loud, ”So, this is what it feels like to get your ass kicked.” A chuckle comes from across the room and a very gruff smoke filled voice says, “Yeah, you look like shit too.” ”Fuck, I can’t see, its dark,” I say in panic. “Don't sweat it, Storm, the doc says it’s only temporary,” as my hand reached up and felt the bandages around my head. A familiar voice says from the corner of the room asks, “So what kind of shit did you get yourself into this time, Storm?” The question echoed in my head and I slipped into a deep sleep before I could respond. Three days ago… In a smoke filled bar on the South-side, I was nursing my second Scotch when I noticed a cute thing scurry into the place. She swiftly took a seat at the end of the bar. Her eyes were darting around the bar looking for something. I returned to my drink, leaving the cute young girl to her curiosities. I was about to order another scotch when I saw the bartender look at the door with narrow eyes. I slowly turned to look, just as the ... cute young thing gasps and I can see the panic in her eyes. At the door was a big, tall, overweight slob that looked like two tons of whale shit on a good day. I glanced at the young lady, then back to the barkeep and then returning to the guy at the door. My mind immediately started to assess the situation and I ‘m sure that something is about to happen. “You fuckin little bitch, you stole my money and I'm going to teach you a lesson,” the blob bellowed from the door. In my world, I don't give a fuck who you are, you don't ever lay hands on a lady. My senses cleared and I looked at the chick at the end of the bar. I slowly slid off my bar stool and causally headed towards her. Her eyes met mine and told me the story instantly, she didn't do it. She mouthed a silent, “Help me.” I heard the heavy feet of the slob as I got closer. A quick glace in the bar mirror and I took in two other goons watching fat fuck's back. I made a quick decision, grabbed the collar of her bomber jacket and pulled her towards the back fire exit. She fought me, stumbling and flailing as I dragged her. A clawed attempt to my face brought a growl and I said, “I'm trying to help you, god damn it.” We busted through the back escape door and I was thrown against the alley wall. I heard the distinct flip of the blade and thought to myself, “FUCK!” I reacted with a fist to his midsection, the soft belly gave and I threw an uppercut. I was fighting blind, I never saw who and didn’t stop until I felt the PAIN ...