Please remember that this story is completely true. Oh, and those wondering why it's been so long, I've been a bit swamped. Sorry for the wait. My next chapter should be a bit longer than this.
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Yeah. Right. I wasn't too sure about that look, but I didn't have time to wonder. I drove over to John's house, pulled into the driveway, and got out of my truck. I was going to end this fucker's life, or atleast put him in the hospital if he tried anything on me. No one is allowed to hit any woman in my life. I was pissed enough as it was, and I wasn't going to hesitate if he tried to attack me.
I knocked on the door a few times, and after no answer, I kicked it down. John was on the couch, and immediately got up. He was doing coke. This guy is really fucked up.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" He yelled at me as if he didn't know.
"I'm here to get Allie's stuff."
"What the fuck? Why did that bitch send you here to get her stuff?"
"She didn't send me here. I came here on my own, for one. For two, you'd better not call my sister a bitch again."
"And what are you going to do about it? Look, kid, I'm older than you, I own a gun, and I'm also stronger than you. That bitch's shit is staying right where it is." And he threw the first punch. You know how rage gives you super strength? Well, I was fired up as it is, and he just called my sister a bitch. Twice.