Day 227 – Bad Day – Christmas Wish – Part Four – Short Story

I fall to my knees, as the tears run down my face, somethings are worth what they are, while other things, well, they’re just worthless.

He threw his first punch, and it connected with my stomach, winded the fuck out of me, I bent over, I couldn’t help it, leaving myself open for another punch, which he drove into the back of my head, I saw stars, hundreds of them, and fell to the floor in a heap.

He proceeded to parade around the room, in front of his men, talking himself up, like the big man he was, I forced myself to my knees, focusing on the blood that was running from my mouth and pooling on the floor. He saw me and attacked, swinging his boot swiftly towards me, I think, at this point, I was so far gone I was running on something else, something that seemed to still have some sort of life. I swiped my leg, the good one, out quickly and upended him, bringing him down to meet me, where I quickly locked in a vice grip, around his throat and pulled back for all I was worth, he struggled, and his men, who had now stopped screaming in cheer, feel silent, I fought through the pain, the agony, as he tore at me, trying to free himself, but, I didn’t let go.

Then, gun shots, I closed my eyes tightly, but they weren’t firing at me, in fact, none of them were firing, it seems Kildone had sent for reinforcements. I felt his neck crack underneath my grip, and he stopped fighting me, falling limp in my arms, as I laid there. I don’t know how long we were like that, but I held onto him tightly the entire time, just in case he wasn’t all the way gone.

That’s when he told me to let go, it was over, I’d done what I’d set out to do, it was time to go, before to cops arrived. I fell backwards, onto the floor, trying to catch my breath, I felt arms grab me, and pull me to my feet. Are you okay? Was constantly asked, but I couldn’t answer, I tried, I swear I did, but nothing came out, then I heard her, she cried, and I felt her grab me, tightly.

Go, before I change my mind, he said, I stood there, half expecting something else to be said, but he repeated himself, telling me to go, as I took a step forward, he spoke again. This time, he asked me to remember this, that one day, he’ll come ask me for one last favour, one last job, and when he did, he expected me to say yes, I nodded, I mean what else was I supposed to do, the fucker just save my life, well, I guess he did, or something like that, none of it mattered anyway.

As I made my way slowly past him, I turned as I was in the doorway, and our eyes met, I said Merry Christmas, and he smiled, that fat fuck, then laughed, like his belly was made of jelly.



  1. James says:

    That works. Ho, ho, ho.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Merry Christmas Matthew!!🎄

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Merry Christmas, indeed! This was a good serial story, quite enjoyable.

    Liked by 1 person

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