He kicked him hard a few more times before leaving hum lying there and focusing his attention on my longboard. He frowned slightly and walked the few steps. Now we were standing no more than two meters apart. I tried to press as hard as possible on the cold wall in the dark, hoping that he would miss it. The redhead looked at my longboard inquisitively, then began to look around him. I tried not to breathe loudly or make a single sound. God knows what that bastard would do to me. To my misfortune, he came even closer to me, so that he was barely a step away from me. Out of nowhere he squatted down and looked me straight in the eye.
"Hello." He smirked, I sprang to my feet out of self-preservation and kicked him in the face while he was still in a crouch, causing him to fall to the ground. I tried to run away, but he knocked me down with him, and on that occasion he also punched me in the ribs. I squealed and scratched him everywhere I could, just to get him to let me go. For that he grabbed my hair and threw me against the wall. Fortunately, I managed to protect myself with my hands, so instead of a broken skull, I only got a burning pain on both forearms. Before I could recover, he was over me. He started to strangle me and I desperately tried to get him off me. I felt a rather large shard from a broken beer bottle and without hesitation I stabbed him in the shoulder.
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He roared and let go of me in an instant. I didn't wait for anything, grabbed my things and ran from there as fast as I could.
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On the way home, I thought about what I was going to do, I thought that I should at least tell my aunt, but she wouldn't believe me, and I didn't like relying on the protection from the local police which is full of corrupt idiots. I'm not a risk taker. I've cultivated that ever since my dad died on a mission. I decided not to deal with it. The dealer, or whatever it was, will surely pull away and not come after me. After all, he knows that I'm not capable to do anything.
As soon as I reached home, aunt Sophia started screaming at me hysterically, under other circumstances I would have swear, but at the moment I didn't have the strength for it. "I'm going to Pittsburgh to see your uncle and Maddie, I don't know when I'll be back, you've got the money, so take care of yourself and don't get into trouble you little brat." She pointedly raised her index finger and left with her tiny suitcase. Maddie was my cousin four years older who studied there. From what I remember of her, she was quite nice to me, the complete opposite of her mother. Uncle was so quiet, he was on a business trip most of the time, so I was forced to spend most of my time with Aunt Sophia.
After my aunt's sudden departure, I locked in two wests just to be sure, although I think unless he bled out or was caught, he had no chance of following me. With a sigh of relief, I jumped up the stairs, threw my backpack in the hallway and headed to the bathroom. It needs a really long warm bath. While she was pouring I examined my injuries. The most prominent was on the neck, the fingerprints turning blue, then the bruises on the forearm, probably from the falls, and finally the scraped back. I was lucky as hell, I didn't have to survive it at all. With a pained whimper, I rubbed the wounds with some kind of healing salve that I found in the cabinet above the sink.
I can tell that the nice warm bath wasn't that nice, because of my injuries.
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