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Good Deeds Part 4/4This story may contain adult content. |
| Written by Jason Haugh | |
| Sunday, 22 June 2008 | |
In the first chapter Bruce helped a crying college student feel better about herself. In the second he watched his grandmother die. In the third he was assaulted by Hispanic perverts. And now Bruce is trying to get home. Will he make it?
I walked for two agonizing miles before sitting down near a schoolyard to rest for half an hour. I found a well shaded bench and plopped down, closed my eyes, and began to drift into unconsciousness. My journey into sleep was disturbed by the sound of a young boy crying. He was bawling so hard you might have thought the little guy was about to die from dehydration. "This could be interesting," I thought shifting up into a sitting position. I spotted a small boy with a buzz cut wearing a purple t-shirt that sported a green lizard on a surf board. He wore blue sweatpants that appeared to have pockets which was awesome but also had a few holes around the knees. He had white sneakers with the Velcro straps replacing the standard shoestring for easier and quicker security. His face reminded me of Spanky from the Little Rascals movie. It was cute but it looked kind of strong too. Well, probably when he wasn't crying at least. "Hey kid," I shouted "what's wrong with you?" He lowered his hands from his face and looked at me from the schoolyard. I don't know if he was trying to get a notion of whether he could trust me or not but he began to walk towards me, slowly. He was ready to run if I made a move for him. When only a few feet separated us I saw that his face looked what I imagined mine might. Someone had used this kid for aggressive therapy. "What happened to you?" I asked remaining still on the bench. He looked at me kind of funny and responded with, "Me? What about you?" "I asked first buddy." I said. "My name's not buddy its Richard." Was his retort. "And my name's Bruce nice to meet yah. Now what happened to you Richard you look pretty bad." Richard stared at the ground, shuffled his feet, and began. "Bobby Gerret and his friends beat me up for no reason. I was just playing on the playground waiting for Mom and Dad to pick me up when they started throwing rocks at me. One hit me in the head and I fell down. Bobby came up to where I was and called me a sissy because I was crying. It hurt!" He said defensively. "Then he started to punch me. And Mike and Tim and Eric were all laughing at me. They," Richard had to hold back a sob, "they said that they were going to tell the whole school how I was such a little sissy. When they said that I started crying even more and their laughing got louder. I don't remember much after that. I went away somewhere and when I came back I was lying on the gravel over their. And then I started crying again. I wish I could show Bobby what its like to get beat up. I wish I could beat him up to show him." He stopped talking then making it apparent that that was the end of his story. "Well," I said getting up, "I'm sure it doesn't look like it but I could show you some moves to use against Bobby next time he tries to beat you up." Richards face looked skeptical but I could understand that. I had to look just terribly abused. "Look if you don't want any tips" I told him, "then I'm going to take off. I've still got a long walk ahead of me and a date with some ice and a bed." "Alright!" His voice which had been sullen a moment ago now sounded like that of a normal child who gets excited over the smallest things. "Teach me how to make Bobby Gerret never want to mess with me again!" I nodded my head. "Ok well the first thing you probably already know. Whenever you're against someone who's bigger than you it's completely legitimate to kick them in the balls. Is Bobby bigger than you Richard?" He nodded. "Good. Ok the second thing is that you have to deceive your enemy. Before anybody throws a punch or whenever you stop to talk **** stare into his eyes, balls, neck or whatever. Just make him think that that is where you're going to hit him. Then you hit him somewhere completely different catching him by surprise. Alright now whenever you want him on the ground do a sweep like this, to get behind him, then kick him right here Richard, behind or to the side of the knee. And after he's down you have a choice. If there aren't any girls in the crowd kick him in the face a couple of times to ensure your victory. If there are girls watching you can do a sleeper hold to put him out for a little bit." Richard had a confused look on his face, "How do I do that sleeper hold thing?" "It's simple," I said, "just put your arm on the guy's throat like I'm doing to you. Then you want to put your other arm on the back of his head and push on it like this. Are you noticing a difference in your ability to breathe?" He nodded and I let him go. "But what if he thrashes around and hits me? Can't he get out of that hold?" I laughed. "Yeah I guess he could, so I guess even if there are girls watching you should kick him in the face at least once for good measure. Here, try and get out of it when I do it to you. I know I'm bigger but you need to know what it's like in the hold so you don't make your own weak enough for Bobby to get out of. Are you ready Richard? Alright GO! Come on Richard get out! Shake! Try to get out from ducking! HIT ME RICHARD!" I shouted. "HIT ME AND SEE IF YOU CAN GET OUT! YOU CAN'T CAN YOU!? I'VE GOT YOU KID! I'VE GOT YOU!!" All of a sudden I saw a familiar bright yellow flash for the third or fourth time in one day. A man's fist had connected with the back of my head making my arms go limp and my composure sway as I staggered belligerently shuffling along the gravel. It also did nothing for my colossal headache. "What the **** are you doing to my son!?" Richard's dad said in passionate anger. Holding up my hands in a warding off gesture I replied, "Hey man back off! I was just trying to help him learn some self defense moves! Just ask him if you don't believe me." And that's when I noticed that the sleeper hold had taken Richard down faster than I had anticipated leaving him an unconscious heap of beat up boy splayed out amongst the gravel. Which, I noticed had cut open his forehead when he inadvertently dropped from his dad punching me in the head. "Self defense moves!" His father yelled. "It looks like he was trying to get away from you!" Holding up my hands I began to say, "Hey man I was just," But he interrupted. "What were you going to rape him?" The father's face clenched with blood riveting veins surrounding his face. "You were gonna molest my boy!?" I stepped back slowly, "Now I didn't do anything to your kid so just settle down." "Didn't do anything," he shouted pointing to the unconscious Richard, "what the Hell do you call that!? I'm sick of reading about you perverts in the paper and never being able to get to any of you. Well I'm gonna **** you up good boy. Real good." He sprinted towards me with his right fist held high. Predicting the first punch I side stepped to the right avoiding the bungling man. He went past me skidding on the gravel. "I done had it with you!" He screamed. It appeared that his speech had devolved, regressing into a more primitive dialect. "I told you that I didn't do anything to your kid! Just wait until Richard wakes up and you'll see!" My words collided and smashed against his body like bugs on a windshield. Richard's dad lunged at me connecting his fist aggressively with my face. Once again a bright yellow flash occurred and everything went black. When I woke up Richard and his father were gone. My face felt like there was a foot embedded in it. But at least I wasn't in handcuffs. That was good. I knew that by now if I wasn't in jail or in some enraged parent's trunk that I was probably well off. I decided right then and there that if I EVER saw a kid crying again I would just walk right on past him. Or laugh at him. That's what I really felt like doing right now anyway, laughing at someone else's pain. Because mine just wasn't funny anymore even if there was blood coming out of my lips, ears, and nose. My ears? Just what the **** had Richard's dad done to me while I was passed out? I needed to find a mirror. But the journey home still wasn't complete. Only a few more blocks until I could see my reflection, drink about twenty beers, and sleep for a couple of weeks. "Excuse me." A small boy said tugging at my pants. "I can't find my mommy. Will you help me?" His face was timid with large unassuming eyes. "Look kid," I said painfully squatting down, "you don't want my help. I've already been accused of molesting one boy today and trying to rape a Hispanic girl. Not to mention I wrecked my car and kinda helped kill my grandma." "What's molesting?" the boy asked fearfully. "Well that's when I try to put my dick up your ass when you don't want it there." I responded crudely. I didn't think it was possible but the boy's eyes popped open even wider before he turned and ran off. I got up looked at the road ahead of me and slowly made my way into the sunset. "Hey we've got a child molester here!" Someone shouted in the distance. I picked up my pace, winced at the unbearable pain, and swore never to do anything nice on a whim again. At least, not for free. The End. Copyright 2008 Jason Haugh |
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