My muscles tightened and with all the strength in my body, I decked the fucker. His body made a huge thud as it hit the floor. "Are you crazy?" I heard Kyle say as he ran towards me. "That's Lou Palcamo. He heads a crime family up north." Fuck, I really screwed up this time. Soon enough four big guys grabbed and carried me outside.
"Leave him alone, he didn't know!” Yelled Kyle. "You don't wanna end up like him now do you," explained one of the guys. "Sorry," said Kyle looking quite sad. Knowing Kyle, being the tough guy that he is, it must have been a huge blow to his ego knowing that he was powerless in this situation. I wondered what they were going to do to me? They brought me into a car and drove me into some junkyard.
"No one disrespects our boss and I mean no one," mentioned some arrogant fuck. I was pretty drunk and helpless. I felt nauseous and scared, it looked like it was all over for me and I had to accept that. They forcefully grabbed me out the car and violently threw me to the ground. They kicked me in the stomach repeatedly until blood poured out of my mouth. BAM, a swift, hard kick struck my face, loosening several teeth. They proceeded to stomp me, I could tell several bruises were forming.
"He'll like what's next," laughed one of the assholes. They all looked the same to me; I was so out of it. My head was pounding with a migraine and my body was freshly sore, I was really scared of death for the first time in my life.
"So you don't like getting wet," chuckled some buffoon. He proceeded to pour some fluid all over my body. Now, I was wet and the cool night breeze flew pass me, it made me feel good, but I knew that I wouldn't feel that way for long. I looked at the moonlight glaring off all the cars in the junkyard, and smelt the musty aroma of the tires.
"Don't worry, you'll be dry now," one of the men laughed. He lit a match and threw it on me. A shock of pain went through my body; I lit up, standing out in the dark night. The fire's orangish glow shun off the cold black ground. My flesh burned, the burning sensation was too much to bear, yet I wanted it to last because once it stops, I'm dead. I don't want to die but I'm going to because of you, my conscience. |