Journal Entry – May 24th
Ok, today was another hard to explain type of weird day. It was awesome all the same, but still weird. Shelly and I were studying, under the old oak tree as usual, when Tim showed up; like a cockroach dropping out of the box into your last bowl of cereal. I’m pretty sure that jerk had been drinking because I swear I smelled alcohol on his breath. I’m still trying to figure out how he can study for finals while being bombed out of his mind all the time.
Anyway, he just interjected himself into our quiet time; being a total jerk-off in the process. I asked him, with sort of a half-hearted chuckle, “What are you trying to prove?” That’s when things got really interesting, to say the least. I saw a side of Tim I’d never seen before and trust me when I say I’ve seen him during some pretty bad times.
He stepped right up to the two of us and for a moment, I thought he might take a swing at me. Then, dead serious, he looked at me, without cracking a smile and said, “This bitch here is going to be mine one day. Bet on that!”
His breath stank horribly, I couldn’t stand it. I turned my face away, gasping for a fresh breath of air. And then he put his hand on Shelly’s knee. I shifted my weight to my legs and clenched my fists but before I could break the bastard’s nose (or even stand for that matter), Shelly was already up! WTF – she’s fast!
Shelly kicked off the tree and knocked Tim on his back. His head hit the ground with a hollow thud like a cantaloupe. She pinned Tim to the ground and beat the crap out of him. I swear she must have broken his nose; blood covered his face. She hit him so hard there were a few times I think I heard bones cracking.
“Shelly!” I shouted. Shelly froze; one hand around Tim’s throat and the other balled up in a fist by her left ear – ready to strike.
Grabbing Tim’s neck with both hands, Shelly lifted his head off the ground and brought his unrecognizable face within a few inches of hers. She told him “If you ever touch me again you bastard, you’ll never walk again!”
I held my breath, praying to God he didn’t say something stupid because I knew she was serious. Four, maybe five seconds passed before Tim slowly nodded. Growling, Shelly pulled him up by his shirt collar and then tossed him away from us. I thought he would fall back on his ass but he caught his balance and staggered away; holding his dripping, bloody nose as he left.
I just didn’t know what to say and Shelly obviously didn’t want to say anything. Like a reflex, she started packing up her stuff so I mindlessly followed her lead. All of a sudden, as if she just realized I was there, she looked over at me and apologized for loosing control. I put my arm around her and told her there’s no need to apologize, Tim went too far.
We walked to the restrooms, where I waited on a nearby bench as she washed his blood off of her hands. Maybe she didn’t hit him as hard as I thought she did because when I checked her hands, her knuckles weren’t cut or bruised.
After that, I walked her home and kissed her good night. Now I need a drink!