Shaken up

Noah's POV

She had lost her composure. I hadn't imagined it. Her flushed face and uncomfortable demeanor. It happened.

I smiled as I walked along the hall. It had gone just as I'd imagined it would or was I asleep? Could this be a dream?

Davey's fist struck me in my face and I knew it wasn't a dream. Dreams don't cause pain and give a black eye.

I was smart enough to take the surprise hit and go down. Fighting back would mean my death. I wasn't ready to die just yet.

Mr. Hardly showed up again just as I knew he would. The man was out for blood this morning. Maybe the missus was starving him from getting some much-needed action. I could see it going that way.

He looked at the both of us simultaneously, fuming as he did so. I cupped my right eye and winced. Fuck!

Stars floated around my view making it hard for me to focus on the faces.

"What happened here?" Mr. Hardly asked in a voice that could sharpen granite.

I put my right hand up. "I started it. He was just defending himself."

Dav