Remembering Smiles

Chapter 20 -

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***Allen's Point of View***

I couldn't believe they were in front of me. Just a few strides away were the two creatures that tore my life apart. The worst part is, I doubt they knew it. From their casual conversation and care free appearance, I doubt the thought didn't even touch their conscience. They were two disgusting alcoholics.

They would pay.

Both of them were pretty muscular, but my adrenaline hinted that I could take them. Every part of me was burning as I ran towards them. Neither of them had enough time to look up as I leaped from them, my arm wrapping around the bigger guy.  

My force knocked him and the plastic chair down as I crushed his neck with my one arm. For a few seconds, I let him struggle and gasp for air. Apart of me realized this was wrong, but the other half was gaining strength from this. With every second of watching this monster struggle, I was getting justice back for Layla and I.

Out of nowhere, my thoughts were interrupted by a thud on my back. I knew it was this guy's black haired friend; the passenger from that day. I carelessly threw a punch back and felt it crack something. Maybe if I was lucky, I broke his nose.

His fall back gave me a few seconds to release the neck of the guy I was sitting on. As I watched him gain some air, I punched him right across the face. Blood started dripping from his nose as I started pounding on his chest. My power and self confidence mounted as he wailed in pain.

"What did I ever do to you?" Cried the helpless brunette beneath me.

This disgusted me; he didn't even realize his faults.

"You Bastards almost killed my girlfriend!" I roared, shaking in anger. His question got me even more fired up as I went for a heavy punch.

However, I was halted by someone grabbing my shoulders and yanking me back. As I stumbled, I locked eyes with the other guy. Quickly, I recovered my balance and threw a hard punch to the guys head. Then, I ran, full force, in his direction so I could ram him into the cafe wall behind him. I successfully got him pinned as he groaned in pain.

I felt a flash of victory. All my thoughts went to Layla as I felt myself giving her justice. Maybe she would see me differently, and take me back. 

The feeling so drifted away as I remembered out fight. Every comment she told me rang in my ears as a new level of empty came by. That's when I lost control of every muscle in my body and couldn't control anything. Unfortunately, this was the perfect moment for my opponent to pounce.

"Someone, call the police!" I heard a mother cry. This was the first I heard from the audience who was running around frantically and yelling. 

Before I could look around anymore, a firm hand grabbed my shoulder. It took me by surprise, since I was so out of thought, but I didn't flinch in response. My thoughts were racing and the feeling of hard fist against my skin barely fazed me.

Could it be possible that I deserved this?

I mean, I let her go.

Twice.

She left my grasp in the car accident and then I let her run off after our fight. I was a coward and maybe I did deserve this. Maybe, the injuries I should've gotten in the accident- the ones I deserved- would come now, through my worst enemy.

That's when I felt the other guy come from behind me with a loud thud. The hit echoed through my body and it hurt, but the pain of heartbreak was worse.

Then, the two guys through me around as they continued to throw punches. At some point, I didn't even feel it since I became numb. Although, I did feel my body being thrown against the cold cement floor. My skin broke and blood trickled down my face.

I was being kicked in the stomach, but it didn't hurt. Not right now at least. All I thought about was Layla and how I've let her down. Everything that they did to me, was accepted. I swallowed the pain as they stole my pride, but I no longer deserved my pride.

As I lay on the concrete, I watched the crowd infront of me. Most people had already ran away to their cars, but a few scrawny workers were still there on the phone, probably with the police. I guess they were afraid to get in the middle of things.

Would the police send me to jail? I was no longer a minor, I was eighteen. Maybe if I was lucky, the two guys on top of me would be sent to prison with only a warning for me. I was clean, I had done nothing wrong in my entire life. 

Slowly, the pain was coming to me as I felt my eyes grow heavy. Everything was pounding with pain. 

Take it like a man. I had to say to myself, but everything hurt so bad.

Suddenly, the constant torture came to a stop as I saw the two boys be yanked away from me. From what I could see through my blurry eyes, they were pretty muscular. I guess I didn't notice how unfair the fight would be through my anger.

"Miles!" Roared the polic officer that was holding the older man. "What the hell are you doing?"

The guy referred to as Miles dropped his head a little. He was very tense and wiggled a little to get out of the officer's grip. How did the police know him personally?

"I'm sorry dad." He grumbled, very quietly.

Dad?

No wonder he got out of jail the first time. Would he be as lucky this time around? They did beat me pretty bad, and I was ashamed, but could it benefit me in court? 

"You and Jared should be ashamed." The officer said, glaring at the black haired man, Jared.

Then, all eyes averted to me and I felt a group of people lift me into a cot and take me away somewhere. It was probably the ambulance, but my head was spinning to much to be sure. 

As the pain started to erupt all over my body, all I could think about was Layla. The thought of her made my heart tremble, but it also kept me together. She was brought into the ambulance and kept so strong. I could do the same, just for her. Layla was my inspiration for right now, the person who kept me breathing.

I loved Layla, with or without memory.

Why couldn't she see that?

Those were my last thoughts as I was loaded into the back of a blinking truck.