“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.
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