Hunt or Be Hunted

You spit directly into your fathers face, your eyes still fixated to his.

Instantly his grip tightens on you.

A hard blow knocks the breath out of your stomach. You can barely tell that your vision has turned sideways as your head slams against the Bar's Island. You begin to get dragged through, head smashing into shot glasses and ale steins.

Your vision turns red as you feel warm liquid fall into your eyes. Your body slides roughly past the edge of the Island crashing onto the ground below.

You now lay on your back, Intense pain throbbing on your forehead. Unable to breath as the air has left your lungs from impact. A fiery burn penetrates your ribs.

Your father takes out a handkerchief from his jacket pocket and wipes the spit from his face.

"You got some fucking nerve boy..."

"But than again... Your going to need it for tomorrow.."

He turns around and heads to a room ( You know this to be his office )

His head slightly turning back around.

"Clean yourself up and get some rest..."

He closes the door behind him.