“I understand we had many differences Ronnie, but she wasn’t supposed to pay the price,” I educated, rather than accuse.
“It’s too late now,” he replied boldly after a few seconds of staring at me. “But at least you’ve learnt that you never want to cross paths with Sazzi Ronald ever again.” I wondered what he was trying to do. He was acting like a mosquito drilling with its proboscis into testacles—I couldn’t have the guts, let alone ready for the aftermath, of slapping him off them. It was obvious he would have the last laugh again, like he always did.
I just went silent, as he acted as if nothing was really going on. It was as though I was the only one feeling the tension between us. I started drawing pictures, in my head, of him making love—forcing love—to Rachael. I broke into tears. I think things would have ended like that if he hadn’t burst into sinister laughter! I jumped allover him into an intense brawl. He landed punches on me whenever he got the chance, but I never succeeded in accurately landing mine since he was guarding and dodging them: I decided to bite him instead.
As my sharp teeth dug into his shoulder, Ronnie let out wails stained with utter agony. He tried to pound my head with his bony fists but, even so, I didn’t let go of him. Actually if it hadn’t been for our host rushing to his rescue, I’d have separated his shoulder from the rest of the body. The young man made initial attempts of separating us but all were in vain. “Stop fighting, stop fighting…” he continuously shouted, at the same time trying to unglue our bodies, but our hearing senses had been compromised by the adrenaline rushing through our veins.
Before we knew it, people were at the doorstep, peeking, harvesting every detail of our fight. As some of them begged us to stop the insanity, others were showering us praises and showing their support in me or my opponent.—They were more than capable of casting bets if their had been any chance.
On realizing the increasing pairs of eyes through the door and the window, I decided to let go of my opponent. Unfortunately, he didn’t have the same in mind. Actually he took it as an answered prayer because as soon as I loosened my hold, he attempted to knock me out with a brutal kick which, fortunately, I was able to dodge, but consequently landed onto the lower abdomen of the young man. It thrust him off his feet, and onto the glass table, he landed his head in a very ugly manner and never made any movement again.