Pa had him like the guy on the ropes. Winning. I thought it’d be easy.
Then, out of nowhere, like something out of the movies, his body jerked.
“Pa!” I called out because he tumbled over. The guy had him in his arms. That’s when I saw the knife being pulled from his chest, stained with blood. It stripped rapidly but slowly in my mind.
I rushed over trying to hit the guy, and I did. It connected with his jaw. I heard it crack.
He dropped my dad on the ground, but he didn’t go down. He had to deal with both of us because dad was still fighting although weak. Then the knife went into his side.
I pushed the guy, but he didn’t stumble. His hand went up, and he punched me.
Everything happened so fast. It went from Pa and him to us going at it. I was smaller, but Pa taught me everything he knew. I wasn’t the best, but I didn’t take many losses if it came to fights in the hood.
We tussled. I had him, throwing punch after punch. He pushed me, causing me to stumble, then he hit me with hard. Hestabbed me in the face, right in my left eye. The violent smell of metal overtook my senses.
Then it all went black.
My body overheated. Blood trickled down my face. It seeped fast.
He yanked the knife out of my face.
I saw pieces of my flesh on the blade of the knife.
“Ahhhh!” I yelled in agony and pain.
“Son!” Pa yelled.
My vision started to blur.
The crowd yelled, and some even tried intervening before Pa charged him again. This time, Pa fell like a tree.
I couldn’t tell what happened, then the blood seeped from under him.
He grabbed his neck as his eyes stretched wide. Blood gushed out the side like a faucet.
“Pa!” I crawled over to him.
“Giant, man! Get up!” someone yelled.
The crowd surrounded him.
Some even tried to help.
The background faded as he gargled on his blood. I saw something in him that I’d never seen before– fear. He reached out for me, grabbing my coat with all the strength he had left.
I held onto his arm.
I cried over him.
“Come on, Pa.”
The guy slowly backed away from the crowd as they chased him.
I held Pa’s head while my blood leaked down on his face.
“I… love… yo-” he groggily said.
“I love you too, Pa. You’re going to make it.”
