He threw his fist forward, barely making the other guys eye but instead smacking into the bridge of his nose. The crack wasn't audible from where I stood but I could see the impact would cause permanent damage.
Damn.
The suspense within me is building up, every part of me wishing my friend was here to see this. There was no way this is going to end good, yet no matter what, I know which side I'm rooting for.
Another punch was thrown, this time it did hit the eye, which sucks because the man already wears glasses. Lucky for him, he was smart enough to remove them before beginning this.
The second punch flew to his already bleeding lip busting it open. The boy was stronger and quicker than the man which explains why all the boy wore was a barely forming bruise to the jaw.
Its been five minutes and I can't seem to pull my eyes away, after all its not every day you see a guy beat up his own father.
Sure, your first thoughts would be something along the lines of: "He's trash for hitting his father!", or maybe it's "Damn, he needs to learn some respect."
The two have been at it for almost two years though, constantly fighting, shouting and yet neither ever call the cops.
Privacy seems to be a huge thing between them and I guess in a way I respect that.
Watching them was kind of like watching a movie and then seeing your two favorite characters (might I add that one is married to another with children) kiss for the first time and you know it's horrible because they're cheating but you are so relieved they finally did it. It's exciting enough to make your eyes dry up and your heart pound in fear for them, but you're thrilled for them. You want more! I wanted more.
Of course, I would've called him a scumbag for punching his own father had I not lived right next door to him and known his father was a complete asshole.
The notorious boy pounding his fists into his fathers bloody skull is no other than Ace Miller, hes your typical rebel, fights everyone, hangs with the ex convicts and never says more than five words a day.
As Ace knocked his father out with one last single stroke, he stood back and looked around the room probably trying to see the mess they made by slamming each other into everything.
Instead, he reached down and grabbed his wallet before giving the room a last look over. He was the type of good looking that was almost annoying, like a Burberry model who seemed to always look pissed. (But in a sexy way.)
Letting my eyes run up his body in a curious way, I stopped at his face. My heart quickly hung in the caverns of my chest as his face stared toward mine, catching my eyes.
Shit! Idiot!
I quickly stuck my nose back in the book that I intentionally was supposed to be focusing on in the beginning. Damn you book for not being as interesting!
I could still feel his eyes on me, burning holes into my skull and it wasn't till a whole three minutes later, trust me I counted, that the feeling was gone. I let out the breath of air that I didn't even know I was holding in.
This wouldn't be the first time he's caught me peeping, but it is the first time I peeped while he was beating his dad. I mean not that I can really ignore it when it's right outside my window. He should cover his blinds, well should, but can't unless he replaces the ones he broke eight months ago.
He's got insane rage issues.
All these years of living next door I've seen his life go to shit, yet I never told anyone about his shit luck of a life, I feel like if he doesn't say anything neither should I.
