Behold
by
Connor
Alexander
Aaron
I felt his nose break against my fist.
I hadn't hit anyone since Stanford. He'd been about to hit me
though. I could see it in his eyes. There was fear there. And something more too. It scared me.
Phillip flailed backward, clutching at
his nose and trying to maintain his balance. With a thump he landed
on his ass. I thought he might try to get up and attack me, but
instead, he crawled toward a closet on one elbow, one hand still
pressed to his face. He was leaving a trail of thick dark blood on
the wood floor.
I looked back at.Candace. Her red curls
stood out in the dim light of the entryway. Her hand was to her
mouth in shock, but her eyes were fixed in fascination. This had all
gotten out of hand so quickly. She'd asked me to come here because
she didn't feel safe alone with Phillip. It seemed routine. Who
hasn't had to go back and pick something up from their ex? Without a
second's hesitation I told her I'd come along.
Phillip opened the door. I'd been surprised by his reaction when he saw Candace. Was it relief? Was he still in love with her? He seemed almost confused. The moment she told him that we'd come for the portfolio though, he changed. His eyes went wild, his fists clenched, he stuttered. I saw him, or at least I think I saw him, start to cock his arm. So I hit him.
