“This was always going to happen”
Part 2/2 - previous
Doomed relationship | Opposing sides | Fatal wound
TW: emotional whump, beating, stabbing, probable death
'Just great.' Tim thought to himself. His head was pounding in rhythm to his heartbeat.
A strong hand grabbed for the collar of his shirt and pulled him to his feet. Apparently beside Sonya, there were 2 men in his appartment by now. The only escape was blocked by goon numbre two standing in front of the door, Tim should have never opened.
Goon numbre one had Tim on unsteady legs again and pushed his back against the bookshelf. His grip was strong, his voice deep and his eyes vicious.
"We came to collect. Your girlfriend said, you'd pay, what she owes." Tim could feel the big guy knuckles pressing against his windpipe just by holding him in this uncomfortable position. Swallowing was hard, the external pressure as bad as the lump inside his throat itself.
Tim's hands were still free, so he lifted them and opened his palms in a disarming gesture. "Sorry, I can't, she took all I had." His intimidator pushed him a bit more against the shelf. The edge of the wooden shelf boards pressing against his skeleton, pain slowly building up.
The guy made an undefinable sound, which could only mean, he didn't believe.
"Really man, she cleaned out my account and stole a stage of bills from under my bed. I've got nothing left. Even if I wanted to, what I defintely don't anymore, I couldn't pay a cent."
The guy let go of Tim's collar, turned his head towards Sonya and then let his eyes wander between them. "Really? What a cold bitch!" There was something in his voice, that almost sounded like astonishment.
Tim's rose his arms, which were freely hanging beside his own body, palms up. "Yeah, that's why I kicked her out." He smiled a sad smile, but goon numbre one just looked at him. "Too bad, then."
The fist came out of nowhere and so did the pain, that was driven right into his abdomen. Tim jackknifed and went to his knees. All air left his lungs accompanied by a grunt. The guy's other hand grabbed for Tim's hair and suddenly pulled him up again.
The man's facial expression was heartless, but his voice carried almost a soft edge. "That's really too bad." He made a theatrical pause and looked back at Sonya. "So you lost your last bargaining chip here, bitch."
The fist connected with Tim's jaw. His head snapped back and the base of his scull hit a shelf board. Stars danced before his eyes, his knees buckled again. But the tight grip in his hair, left him standing. He needed to hold on to the shelf, if he wanted to keep the connection between hair, head and skin intakt. "NO!" Sonya's high pitched paniced voice got the guys' attention. He looked at her.
It didn't seem possible, but his expression turned even more deadly. "Told you bitch. If you couldn't pay, someone would. This was always going to happen." Goon numbre one locked eyes with Tim again. "For what it's worth, sorry man." The guys shoulders shrugged. He tilted his head and blinked, a vicious grin. "Nah, I'm really not!" The hand in Tim's hair jerked him forward, while a sharp pain exploded inside his guts. The pain was overwhelming, he couldn't breath. It seemed life just froze.
Disbelieving Tim looked down on himself. It felt like watching a movie. He was completely disconnected from his body, when the bloody blade was pulled out of his belly.
A high note was ringing in his ears, it was disturbing, nervewrecking. Finally and thankfully a loud slap interruped Sonya's scream. Tim looked at the guy in front of him, his head was still or again awkwardly tilted and a psychopatic smirk around his lips. The hand in Tim hair loosened its grip. Gravity took its course and he hit the floor ungracefully, while his mind was lost in all consuming darkness.
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