I just got back from work at the mall and I walk down to the end of the parking lot where my Mustang convertible is waiting for me. I walk up to the driver side of my car and see that the window is smashed. Glass is shattered on the floor of the parking lot as well as in the seat. The only piece of evidence of who broke into my car is a note on my windshield.
The note reads, “I have your prized possession. If you want it back, meet me at the baseball field as soon as possible.”
The only thing interesting about this note is that I know exactly who it is. Jacob Torregrossa. A homeless boy that I have known since third grade, who loves baseball and would of course try to fight me for my dog Bella. I immediately drive down to the McClintock baseball field. It is dark and there are only a couple of street lights on. I bring my baseball bat just in case things get serious. I thought Jacob was my friend but he is just a traitor. I go and stand in the middle of the field waiting. I turn around and start to call Jacob J, I think I might need back up.
All of a sudden I am pushed to the ground. My phone is knocked out of my hand and I have a mouth full of dirt. I stand up and see exactly who I predicted.
“Where is Bella?” I demand.
“That is information unnecessary at the moment. But what is necessary is to fight.” He responds.
I know exactly why he wants to fight me. About a week ago I broke into his car and stole his clothes. He has always had an amazing wardrobe, and I have wanted it from the beginning. There is no escape in fighting him tonight.
“Why can’t we just trade our things back and be at peace?” I ask.
“Because as friends we need to see who is more willing to do what is necessary.” He says with a smirk tone as he pulls out a baseball bat.
Two minds think alike, both of us brought baseball bats. It is a fair fight, both of us have a fair chance to win. With the passion in his eyes to fight, I know that I have a slim chance to win with strength. The only way I can win is by outsmarting him.
He takes a hard swing at me from the left directly aimed at my stomach, using my hip hop skills from high school dance, I bend backwards dodging his swing. I don’t wait another second to take a swing with my baseball bat. I aim at his shin and he jumps up and dodges my swing as well. I already know this is going to be a long night.
As he regains his balance from the jump, I swing as hard as I can to his left arm. Score! He drops his bat and clutches his arm. As it takes him a second to pick up his bat again, I see where the bat hit his arm. Right on the bicep, it is already red and puffy.
I am not a very violent person but I do want to protect myself. And if protecting myself involves slightly injuring my used-to-be best friend, I will do just that. As he is re-gripping his baseball bat, I plead, “Jacob can we please just stop this and talk it over, there is no need to fight?”
He gives a “bring it on” look and jabs the baseball bat into my stomach. I stumble back, coughing and trying to catch my breath.
“This fight isn’t over!” He yells.
Chapter 2
It’s true. This will never be over. When she took my clothes, I had to get her back. This will never end with a happy resolution. I ran and jump at her sending her to the ground. I flail over her into a roll and get to me feet as quickly as possible. She swings the bat at my ankles while she is still on the floor, knocking me over instantly. She has enough time to get up but I elbow her stomach, making sure she will have a bruise when she wakes up the next morning. If she does wake up.
While falling to the floor again, she wacks me straight in the side of my head, but this time I know not to fall down. I step back, acting like I am running away. She thinks I am cowering away, but she is wrong.
While I got a couple feet ahead of her, I send my bat flying back into her. She also knows not to fall down; we both know the consequences of that. I now realize that I am defenseless because she has both bats. She comes raging at me, both bats swinging at me like a helicopter. I duck and run under the deadly bats just to find a pointy stick.
As she turns around, I throw the stick and it sticks in her wrist, sending one of the bats to the ground. While she is still sobbing in pain, I know this is the time to grab the bat and make the final blow. I run as fast as I can to get the bat, but she kicks the bat and it goes flying even farther. Now this is going to be intense.
I tackle her to the ground and jab my elbow into her jaw. Blood comes rushing out as she is taken by surprise. You have to be unexpected when fighting. Oddly, this time she doesn’t get up. I run and get my clothes and run away as fast as possible. I noticed a stain on my clothes. Boy, she's going to get it.