Wednesday, 5 February 2014

Coming Soon - Phase Five

“Come on, Kel,” I got up, “I feel like I need to get out of here for a bit.”
He raised an eyebrow, “Okay – where are we going?”
I shrugged. I didn’t know where I wanted to go – I just felt like the walls were closing in on me – I got like this a lot. I didn’t really know why.
We were walking through the estate that took us to the town centre – it was a little rougher here and although I felt as though I was quite able to handle myself – I kept my eyes open – Kelsey was by no means unable to defend himself – but it wasn’t like he was programmed for it – not like I was.
“Hey! Johnson,” Oh shit – who the hell was that?
Kelsey glanced towards me, “Who’ve you pissed off this time?”
I shook my head, “No one as far as I know.”
Kelsey shook his head, “Doesn’t sound like no one to me,” he murmured. We both turned around. “Oh, look – it’s Gemma’s big brother,” he said quietly, “Way to go, Josh.”
I couldn’t believe it – what was that stuffed shirt doing around here? Surely he should have been at some golf club with his cronies? “Shit,” I muttered, “You go – I can handle him.”
“No way,” Kelsey murmured seeing that we were outnumbered, “You’re gonna need my help when he’s done with you.”
I almost laughed out loud, “Unless he’s got a blade – he’s history,” I said confidently. Honestly the guy was a pussy and as for the others? Well, they were simply there to make this look good and get me to back down – which I didn’t do – ever.
“So,” he said in his hoity-toity voice, “You think you can sleep with my sister and then just bin her off, do you?” Paul Stanton didn’t really do ‘street’ all that well; he was far too posh.
I shrugged, “I don’t think I can,” I retorted, making Kelsey cringe, “– I did.” I said, “What of it?”
He scowled at me, his eyes narrowing. He was flanked on both sides by his mates and obviously thought he had the upper hand. I almost admired him for defending his sister’s honour – but the fact that he was broadcasting the fact that we’d slept together was proof enough that he just had a death wish and felt like fighting – and that was just fine with me, because so did I.
I allowed Paul to throw the first punch. My reflexes were much quicker than his and not one of his punches connected with my face. He wasn’t so lucky – one, I was just in the mood to smash something and two, I hit pretty damned hard.
Kelsey pulled me off him after only a couple of minutes and I really wasn’t ready to call it a day, “That’s enough Josh.” He hissed in my ear, “You’ve broken his freaking nose.”
“So fix it,” I growled.
Kelsey sighed. Paul’s two friends had run at the first sign of trouble – great mates they’d turned out to be. It was just me, Kel and Paul.
“Let me look at you,” Kelsey pulled him up off the floor; his eyes rolled in his head, “Christ, Josh – you’ve beaten him almost unconscious.”
“Have I?” I was a little surprised, “Shit.”
Kelsey shook his head, “I’ve fixed his nose, I’m just gonna take down some of this swelling too – there’s nothing wrong on the inside – just a little bruised pride I reckon.”
I watched as Paul’s external bruises faded and his nose returned to normal, “He’s gonna know I hit him harder than that.”
Kel shrugged, “he’s got no proof now though, has he?”
We made sure he was breathing normally, propped him up against a wall and left pretty damned quickly. “I’ve got a bad feeling about this,” I muttered as we walked away.

“Yeah, me too.” he nodded.