Dishing It Out
Great, so dinner was going to happen at my house with Zayn and his mates. I had promised my mom that I would be a good boy, and I was going to at least try to. My mom stepped out to get some dessert and asked for me to stay and wait for the boys to show up.
The doorbell rung and no doubt it was Zayn and his friends. I walked downstairs to answer it, and to my utter horror it was Ronnie.
“What are you doing here?!” I demanded.
“I came to settle a score with you!” he growled.
I stepped out into the porch. I knew that a fight was potentially going to break here between us.
“Oh really?” I asked. “And for what?”
“You were the one who told the principal that I’ve been selling drugs at school, weren’t you?”
I laughed. “Well it wasn’t me who did it. But then again someone like you has a lot of enemies from all sides!”
“You were the one who did it, you little worm!”
“And if I don’t leave?” he challenged.
“Then I’ll call the police because you’re on private property!”
He laughed. “Try it!”
The two of us continued to bicker and argue, and as per usual One Direction decided to show up for a little fight show, only this time it was in front of my house.
“What’s going on here?” asked Zayn, trying to put an end to the arguing.
“Stay out of this Zayn!” I said and waved him off.
“You’re going to pay for this!” Ronnie threatened. “I’m going to destroy you!”
“Oh I’m so scared of you!”
“Oh you should be scared of me. After all I have beaten you bloody before.”
I smiled sarcastically. “Well you can try it again but you won’t succeed! I’ve managed to defend myself quite well. Or have you forgotten how dirty I can fight?”
“You think you’re all that because you know how to throw a punch, don’t you?” I shook my head in disbelief. “But of course your little wife and your little brother probably already knew what a coward you really are!”
Just the mere mention of my little brother and Dasia, made me lose control.
“¡Cállate!” I punched him.
He immediately responded by punching me, and I in turn punched him hard in the nose and made him bleed badly.
Zayn ran up, clearly he wanted to put a stop to this fight.
“Mention her even one more time” I warned, “and trust me you’ll really regret it.”
“Oh really, and you think that a punch is going to put me down?!”
“Oh I’ll give you a lot more than a punch if you don’t leave now!”
“I’m not going anywhere until we settle this!” he refused. “I’m going to stay here!”
“¡Nada que te vas a esperar aquí ni que ocho cuartos!” I grabbed him from the ears and dragged him down the steps.
He tried to resist me but I pulled his ear even harder that he couldn’t fight back.
He kept shouting obscenities and calling me all kinds of degrading names, but that didn’t stop me from trying to get him out of my own house. I finally threw him into a puddle of mud.
“You little faggot!” he shouted.
“Get out if you don’t want me to rip your tongue out next!” I gave him a villainous look.
He got up and started walking away, fired up from what I just did to him. But I didn’t care one bit whether he got himself all full of mud.
“Who was that?” asked Zayn.
I turned and glared at him. “That’s none of your business!”
I burst into the house and walked into the kitchen. I could smell the delicious scent of my mom’s enchiladas. I headed to the freezer and pulled out an ice pack. I put it over my messed up knuckles, and could see some bruising and swelling developing.
Zayn and his friends looked at me. Boy I was getting tired of him looking at me like I was some kind of criminal. Ok so yeah I never hesitated to throw punches to defend myself, but he was acting like he cared. Like what I did, good or bad, somehow mattered to him.
My attention went from Zayn to Louis, and yeah he was giving me his dirty looks.
“So you get into fights often?” asked Niall.
“And if I was to say yeah, what?” I asked.
“Well you sure have changed a lot!” said Liam. “I mean you look the same, but angrier” said Liam
“Yeah well after everything that’s…” I stopped myself from finishing that sentence.
“After what exactly?” asked Harry.
He was always the quieter one.
“After nothing” I said calmly.
Zayn walked up and stood in front of me. “Where’s your mom?”
I sighed. “She went to pick up some desert.”
“Good, then we can talk while she’s not around” said Zayn.
“Why not?” he asked.
“Because there’s nothing for us to talk about!” I growled.
“Why are you so angry?” Zayn frowned. “And why did you pretend to be someone else?”
I scoffed. “Wasn’t it obvious?” he looked confused. “I didn’t want to have anything to do with you or your friends!” I shouted. “So OBVIOUSLY I took advantage that you were all wondering if I was in fact that stupid twerp you all mistreated!”
“You’re still angry about what happened years ago, aren’t you?”
“Well DUH! You accused me, tossed me in jail for something I never did!”
“You had the money in your backpack!” Louis snapped. “Quit trying to play the ‘I’m innocent’ card!”
“Why don’t you shut up!”
“Why, you can’t handle the truth?” Louis challenged.
“I can handle the truth. But I will not be accused of something I didn’t do!”
“Well I can see that you’re still that stupid little boy you were in England!” Louis insulted.
“I’m not that little twerp! The one that you harassed, trampled on, and practically ran over with your insults day after day!” I yelled. “Yeah, it wasn’t his fault that criminal hands threw him in jail unjustly huh?” I kept looking at him. “It also wasn’t his fault that he was left by the one who claimed to be his friend” I gave Zayn a hate filled look, “to fend for himself against those that hated him right?” I felt my heart beating hard inside my chest. “Did you really think that he was still going to be the same stupid kid who couldn’t defend himself?!”
“You’re either in denial, or you’re crazy!” Louis tossed. “You’re a savage!”
“Oh you want to see how crazy and savage like I can really be?!” I walked up to him, balling my fists.
Zayn of course stepped between us. “Ok, enough the both of you!”
“Yeah why don’t you tell your pet dog here to leave me the hell alone?!” I suggested.
“The both of you need to calm down!” Zayn ordered. “Especially you” he shot me a glare.
“Oh you think you can come to my house and tell me to calm down? Who the hell do you think you are?!”
He moved his lips as if he was about to say something, then he held back from saying anything. I almost expected him to say something that would somehow make him sound like he was important or above it all. But he didn’t.
I decided to go to my room and walk away from all of this. Seeing Zayn, but especially Louis, offended me. It was something very indignant for me to have them in front of me, for how they treated me years ago.
Entering my room, Zayn walked in and closed the door behind him. I turned around. “What do you want from me?!”
“I want to talk to you, and see why you’re so angry and so dejected. I never in a million years ever expected that you could have such a…” he gave me a look of pure disbelieve. He did not recognize me. The person I was now was different and distinct from when I was younger.
“Such a what?!” I demanded angrily.
“Such anger that can only be brought about by hatred!”
“It’s written in your eyes. And the fact that you’re silent, means that you agree with me.”
I shook off the vulnerability I was feeling. “Go to hell!”
He laughed. “That’s your anger talking, and it’s not what you’re really feeling!”
“Oh but it is what I feel! And I only say what I feel and never what I don’t. So quit attempting to figure me out. Because who I am now, you will never so much as understand or get!”
“I understand you better than you think.”
“No you don’t. And do not come in here pretending that you understand me. Because it’s been years since we’ve seen each other, and even when you first saw me, you almost believed it wasn’t me.”
“You took advantage of that and you lied about your true identity.”
“Yeah, I did. And so what?!”
“My question is, why did you lie to me? Was your anger toward me that strong?” he kept looking at me.
I almost did not answer. It was like I hated but loved him at the same time. He’d always been like a brother to me.
“I wish we’d never met ever!” I almost cried.
He paced around for a moment, shaking his head lightly as he walked toward the window and stood there briefly.
“I don’t think that’s true.”
“Oh no?!” I challenged.