Fate’s Revenge

I can hear girls crying in the background, people were swearing and pushing in the front doorway. I stood there looking around, I was short of breath. The kitchen was covered in blood, cabinet doors were shattered, and Sinclair... Sinclair was laying in the middle of the kitchen floor, he was a bloody mess. I was trying to piece together what just happened, I saw Nate in the kitchen. Nate was screaming “Yeah fight or die, fight or die tuff guy, my boy just beat the hell out of that piece of shit.” Sinclair’s friend who was wearing the fight or die shirt was trying to get Sinclair up and off the ground. I just stood in the kitchen, not moving. What was Nate yelling about? Who else does he know at this party that would be his boy? Sinclair got to his feet with the help of his friend. From the doorway they were pointing at me and yelling that this wasn’t over, they were coming back, and they knew who I was. I was confused on what they were talking about, and why were they pointing at me? Then, Stacey appeared in front of me crying and unbuttoning my shirt. “Tha tha thank you Ken for doing that! I’m sorry. Please let me clean your shirt” Stacey said rather hysterically. What was going on I thought? As Stacey unbuttoned my shirt, I realized it was covered in blood, and the blood didn’t end with my shirt. Pain instantly shot down my hands into my knuckles. The stinging sensation caused me to inspect my hands, they too were covered in blood. Was this my blood I wondered, is this my blood that is all over the floor? Stacey finally got my shirt off leaving me in a blood stained tank top. I quickly walked over to the sink and began cleaning the wounds on my hands. As the water rinsed away the blood I found my hands were a little swollen but that’s all. I started rubbing my hands all over my face and body trying to find where all the blood was coming from. Nothing, this blood wasn’t mine. I began to sweat, I didn’t know what happened, now was the time to panic. What the fuck just happened?