This is an excerpt from the last chapter I wrote. Let's throw in a summary for it: Julius, my protagonist, ran into an old woman called Hafeeza before he enters his house. Hafeeza is a 75 years old woman who used to treat Julius's mother badly before she was killed. Julius's mother was all he loved and cherished and so he wished to avenge his mother, even if by a few rude words. So, he picked on the old woman and yelled at her until she cried out and screamed in the middle of the road.
People thought he was a criminal, existed their houses and attacked Julius until he fainted.....
So, let's read!
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I could imagine that it was quite similar to drowning, even though I had never experienced that feeling. Like one would be surprised by the murderous waves as he tried to slap the water with pleading arms, I also had my share of desperate attempts to protect my face from the fists that seemed to be made of steel.
My moans grew louder as the tips of their shoes penetrated my sides like a collection of thick nails striking against my flesh and kidneys, forcing my soul to cringe and my body to squirm on the asphalt. Their hard knuckles met with my jaw, my cheekbones and my eyes that thumbed in rhythm with the heart that bounced behind my aching ribs. I coughed again and again, pushing out the droplets of blood that trailed from my gum and inner cheeks, tasting like a strong blend of rust and weakness.
My body hadn’t the chance to tremble and I thought my muscles were to tear into thin tissues with every rigorous blow. Their voices rose over my shrieks for air, encouraging each other to make me regret my terrible deeds, damning me and the day I was born.
“Yea, like that! He'll think again before he hits another woman!”
They never stopped, neither did the pain that spread through my body like ink invading a glass of water- too swift, too venomous.
My back arched and a loud gasp tore through my throat, trying to endure the anguish I experienced and the doom that was to come. But of that pleasure, I was also deprived, for a foot had landed with grinding strength against my crumpled insides, hauling every particle of air I only wished to inhale.
All my desperate attempts were met with great failure, allowing me one more strength to seek: To stare at the black sky and shed a few tears in silence before my body would perish into a bloodless shell.
"Stop! He's not a criminal. I know him, he isn’t a criminal!"
A female voice had broken the chain of their persistent assaulting, stolen their attention from my bruised body to the person I hadn't the power to look at. Thankful, but weak and owning a head as light as a feather, I voiced a long moan before I rested my head to the side and finally allowed myself to lose consciousness.
The pain was barely noticeable when I jumped to my feet from my place of slumber on the asphalt. My hands turned to fists before I raised them to protect my face and threat to hurt the first person who would cross the shortest distance towards me.
Finally was the adrenaline allowed to serve me righteously, clearing some room in my head to madly ponder my survival and nothing else.
"It's okay. We don't wanna hurt you, you hear?”
But why weren't they attacking me?
They promised me again that they meant me no harm, but I couldn't believe them. I couldn't, at the very least, blink my burning eyes or shake my attention off the circle of curious faces around me.
"I... am not... a criminal,” I pressed urgently, very cautious as I watched how those words would affect them.
Would it make them furious? Urge them to jump on me again?
"We know that now, don't be afraid.”
Afraid?
With barred teeth, my head shot instantly to the man who said those words. How dared he accuse me of that shameful feeling? A few punches and wounds wouldn't scare me. I was more used to emotional agony, but it never meant I was afraid of physical pain or death.
It was an idiotic assumption from his part!
"I'm not afraid!” I bit off, sparks of hatred and threat bulging from my wide eyes.
But once that sentence spilled from my shaking lips, I realized how awfully false it was. Despite how horribly disgraceful it made me feel, I was... concerned that I might lose my life in an instant.
"Would you chill out, kid? The old woman told us what happened,'' one of them said.
"Yea, we know you're not a bad guy after all. Try to breathe and you'll be fine, okay? Come on, breathe.”
"Well, I dunno about bad guys, but good guys sure don't yell at women, huh?”
They, in turns, spoke words of assurance and moved their hands in gestures to calm me down. Slowly turning in a circle, I studied the expressions of each of the men surrounding me, heard what they said and thrived to analyze it until I slowly started to understand the truth behind their words. I began to believe that they- maybe- weren't tricking me into a new assault they planned to add to my record.
They would have killed me by now, if they wanted.
But just one step before I could finish the circle I considered to be fatally vital to complete, I caught a glimpse of one more familiar face.
And it was that exact instant when I finally became aware of the identity of the female person who saved my life.
Aurora? A voice wondered silently in my dizzied head.
Was it truly a dream this time? Or was it another girl, whom I deluded myself to think it was Aurora?
Behind the men who lined before me, she appeared to stand stiffly with a strong expression of horror
hugging her small face. Close to her chest, her hands hugged each other tightly while her lips moved
in frantic speed to mouth words I couldn't catch.
I allowed my eyelids to gather in one brief blink, wishing to pull her image to the back of my mind where it belonged.
It was dim-witted to start having a wild imagination now, even though I had a strong need to have an acquaintance by my side.
"You're lucky that girl stopped us. Would better thank her, ya know.”
"Aurora?” I finally asked and took a step towards her before the line of men broke to allow me room to speak with her. But with a move of her own, she took one step backwards and game me a trembling smile.
“What are you...” I let the question trail without an end, unaware of which wondering I should voice first.
"Calm down, Mr Julius,” she assured slowly and nodded twice. “I told them you... live here and that I work with you too. It was a... um... a misunderstanding.”
"Come on, kid. You need an ER to go to,” someone said behind me.
"Well, he needs to give an apology to that old woman,” someone contributed.
"No, no. It's not needed that he apologizes to me.”
And only then did I look away to shoot my eyes towards the most despicable and ugly human beast on that damned earth. It stood some ten feet away from the center of events, supporting its weight on the cane in perfectly faked apologetic features.
"You're still here?” I barked, but I sounded more like a scraped tone from a damaged tape.
"I'm sorry,” She said and started weeping loudly again. “I didn't know all this would happen. I'm sorry, Julius, son.”
"You'd better shut it, old hog.”
“Mr Julius!” Aurora exclaimed behind me.
“I really am not ready for you right now,” I hissed at Hafeeza nevertheless and stepped towards her with seething persistence.
My moves instantly came to an end- before they could truly start- when grips restrained my arms and threats were yelled in my ears to call the police if I commit any rash deed.
I shook myself free, and pushed past the few men who stood in the way to my house.
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