Post by harley on Apr 15, 2012 1:18:52 GMT -5
i don't know what i was doing, but i was. i had no doubts in my mind what i wanted to do tonight, but i really had no idea why i wanted to do it. i mean, i know i didn't like that quinn, the mother of my daughter, was being hit around by some tool, but what in the world made me think that i needed to do somethig about it? i wasn't there for her three years ago, two years ago, a year ago, not even a couple of months ago. what made me think i should have to be there for her now? what made me think that i had some duty to fufill was the fact that i owed this to her. maybe i could make up my years of abscense to her in some other way- a way that wasn't so violent- but no other idea had crossed my mind when i had come up with this one. besides, i don't think that any other way would really make a difference. sure, i know that being there for delilah, and being there for quinn, was a good place to start, but that was obvious. now that i had met my daughter and i saw what a sweet, adorable, charming little girl she was... not some nasty, smelly, ugly kid... i was going to be there for her no matter what.
so, in a way, doing what i was doing right now was a good idea. if this guy could push around quinn, who was to say that he wouldn't push around a three year old? no one, because there was nothing that said he wouldn't. i didn't want that for either of them. even though i wasn't around quinn and del before this kaiden douche started hitting quinn, i would be there before he laid a hand on my daughter, if he hadn't already. i understood why i was doing it and it was to protect my daughter and her mother- in a way, i was protecting my family.
even though i didn't want to admit it, quinn was apart of my life and so was delilah. even though quinn probably hadn't wanted to admit it before sunday, delilah was my daughter, too, which made her part of my family. she was apart of me, too. i was apart of her, as corny as that sounds. quinn, being her mother, was apart of her too. we weren't close or anything- in fact we were probably the farthest from close- but we still had to be there for each other now that we had crossed paths and in one another's lives again. we were... well, a family. a really, screwed up, distant, dysfunctional family, but a family nonetheless. maybe i should start from the beginning, though? right.
during that phone call i had with quinn earlier, something had made me want to ask where this kaiden guy was going to be that night, if he wasn't there. i figured he wasn't with her, though, because usually assholes who threw their girlfriends around were really territorial. i had my experiences with jackasses like that, and one of my best friends has his own issues when it comes to hitting girls, and i knew that they weren't very fond of the idea of their girlfriends and significant others conversing with other males. either quinn was one sneaky bitch or kaiden wasn't there- i wasn't going to bet on the former, so i figured it was the latter. ironically, enough, a couple of my band mates and crew had been planning on visiting sully's pub that night, where quinn's boyfriend was. i figured that i could get away with going, too, just in case i could see who this kaiden guy was. of course, i'd been to the pub before and i know it was a pretty popular place. i figured that running into him wasn't very likely, but there was always a chance, so i tagged along with the guys. just in case.
like i figured, i got there and there was no way i was going to find this kaiden guy. the place was packed. it was crowded and with a bunch of men that looked like guys who could possibility be this woman-beating asshole. there was no way in hell that i would be able to figure out who this guy was. there were just way too many of them around and questioning every guy what their name was, i thought, would get me a punch of the face. of course, i'd been fighting since i was a teenager. kickboxing, wrestling, martial arts- i think i could take one or two punches. anyway, we got there and we took a spot at the bar, watching all the pathetic music acts. i'm not just saying that because i'm in a pretty popular, semi-famous band, they really were really terrible. so we laughed and we drank a couple of beers and we talked about what the fuck ever and we had a good time. i had almost completely forgotten about kaiden... but then i heard his name. someone called it out a couple of bars down the bar and i couldn't believe it. i was going to ignore it at first, because i figured that this guy could be anyone. there were a lot of kaidens out there. it wasn't a very common name, but it was still a name that was used. i shrugged it off, until i heard this kaiden guy start to talk.
dude, you know my girlfriend? quinn? i'm getting sick of her kid. i can't wait til the brat is older and we can send her off to a boarding school... and what kind of name is delilah anyway? then the idiots burst into howls of laughter, mocking my girls. it was no coincidence that this kaiden was talking about a delilah and a quinn. without telling the guys where i was going, i stumbled off of my bar stool. i wasn't intoxicated or in the least bit wasted, but i did have a couple of beers in me. still, i was sober enough. the assholes were on a different subject now, but that still didn't get them off of the hook. at least, that didn't get kaiden off of the hook. if i had to, though, i'd deal with both of them.
i got to where i heard their voices and stood a couple of feet back. which one is kaiden? i called from behind and both of the men hesitated. i didn't want to toot my own horn, but i was kind of intimidating. they hesitated before they reluctantly turned around. one of them weakly raised their hand. without thinking, i punched him square in the nose. i felt a crunch under my fist, which usually meant that the bone structure collapsed. i didn't care, though. then again, i didn't know what i was thinking. i was just going to talk to him, but that obviously didn't work out. in not too long, his back was on the bar counter and i was pounding my fist into his face, one hit after another. i felt hands on my shirt and even some guy trying to get me off of his friend by hitting his own fist into the back of my head a couple of times, but that didn't stop me from hitting this kaiden guy. my friends were calling out my name, telling me stop and cut it out, and that we weren't here for fighting, we were here for a good time. something about they didn't want our time in connecticut with me in jail. i didn't care, though. all i wanted to do was kill this guy, even though it probably wouldn't get that far. i wouldn't let myself and neither would any of the men around me. they stopped pounding on my head but i still felt a bunch of drumming in my skull. they hadn't stopped tugging on my shirt, though, just like i hadn't stopped hitting this guy. i had softened my blows just enough so i made sure i didn't kill him.
once my knuckles were just as bloody and raw as his face and i could feel the stale air of the bar stinging my own wounds, i stopped punching him. i grabbed the front of his shirt, though, and pulled him up, holding him up so i could look him in the eye. if you ever so much as look at my daughter or quinn ever again, i won't hesitate to beat the living shit out of you again. i said with obvious anger laced in my voice. i knew that i was going to be in trouble for this, but hopefully the guy wouldn't press too much charges. after all, quinn could press charges right back. i punched him in the gut for good measure, harder than my first blow to his now broken nose. i let go of his shirt and threw him back on the wooden bar. then, i walked away, as if nothing had happened. the only guy i made eye contact with was the friend that had, i think, been the one pounding on my head. i should have punched him just as much for even laughing at kaiden's comment, but i figured i'd just leave him scared out of his wits instead. i didn't bother to look at my friends, either. i made a beeline towards the door and no one even thought about bothering me after that.
when i reached the exit, i don't know why i did it, but i did. i took my phone out of my pockets and quickly ran my finger on the screen, searching the contacts for a familiar name. then, i found it. quinn kennedy. i tapped on her name and began to write a message. hey uh, i need your address. it's an emergency. i think that was a good enough message. i left the building completely and i was in the giant black range rover that we had rented for our trip when i finally got a response from quinn. she texted me her address and i was thanking god that i hadn't drank that much. however, even though i was drinking and driving, controlling the car was still tough. i was still shaking from what had just happened, i was sweating, and i was still trying to keep myself from turning the car around, going back to the bar, and beating the shit out of him all over again.
so, in a way, doing what i was doing right now was a good idea. if this guy could push around quinn, who was to say that he wouldn't push around a three year old? no one, because there was nothing that said he wouldn't. i didn't want that for either of them. even though i wasn't around quinn and del before this kaiden douche started hitting quinn, i would be there before he laid a hand on my daughter, if he hadn't already. i understood why i was doing it and it was to protect my daughter and her mother- in a way, i was protecting my family.
even though i didn't want to admit it, quinn was apart of my life and so was delilah. even though quinn probably hadn't wanted to admit it before sunday, delilah was my daughter, too, which made her part of my family. she was apart of me, too. i was apart of her, as corny as that sounds. quinn, being her mother, was apart of her too. we weren't close or anything- in fact we were probably the farthest from close- but we still had to be there for each other now that we had crossed paths and in one another's lives again. we were... well, a family. a really, screwed up, distant, dysfunctional family, but a family nonetheless. maybe i should start from the beginning, though? right.
during that phone call i had with quinn earlier, something had made me want to ask where this kaiden guy was going to be that night, if he wasn't there. i figured he wasn't with her, though, because usually assholes who threw their girlfriends around were really territorial. i had my experiences with jackasses like that, and one of my best friends has his own issues when it comes to hitting girls, and i knew that they weren't very fond of the idea of their girlfriends and significant others conversing with other males. either quinn was one sneaky bitch or kaiden wasn't there- i wasn't going to bet on the former, so i figured it was the latter. ironically, enough, a couple of my band mates and crew had been planning on visiting sully's pub that night, where quinn's boyfriend was. i figured that i could get away with going, too, just in case i could see who this kaiden guy was. of course, i'd been to the pub before and i know it was a pretty popular place. i figured that running into him wasn't very likely, but there was always a chance, so i tagged along with the guys. just in case.
like i figured, i got there and there was no way i was going to find this kaiden guy. the place was packed. it was crowded and with a bunch of men that looked like guys who could possibility be this woman-beating asshole. there was no way in hell that i would be able to figure out who this guy was. there were just way too many of them around and questioning every guy what their name was, i thought, would get me a punch of the face. of course, i'd been fighting since i was a teenager. kickboxing, wrestling, martial arts- i think i could take one or two punches. anyway, we got there and we took a spot at the bar, watching all the pathetic music acts. i'm not just saying that because i'm in a pretty popular, semi-famous band, they really were really terrible. so we laughed and we drank a couple of beers and we talked about what the fuck ever and we had a good time. i had almost completely forgotten about kaiden... but then i heard his name. someone called it out a couple of bars down the bar and i couldn't believe it. i was going to ignore it at first, because i figured that this guy could be anyone. there were a lot of kaidens out there. it wasn't a very common name, but it was still a name that was used. i shrugged it off, until i heard this kaiden guy start to talk.
dude, you know my girlfriend? quinn? i'm getting sick of her kid. i can't wait til the brat is older and we can send her off to a boarding school... and what kind of name is delilah anyway? then the idiots burst into howls of laughter, mocking my girls. it was no coincidence that this kaiden was talking about a delilah and a quinn. without telling the guys where i was going, i stumbled off of my bar stool. i wasn't intoxicated or in the least bit wasted, but i did have a couple of beers in me. still, i was sober enough. the assholes were on a different subject now, but that still didn't get them off of the hook. at least, that didn't get kaiden off of the hook. if i had to, though, i'd deal with both of them.
i got to where i heard their voices and stood a couple of feet back. which one is kaiden? i called from behind and both of the men hesitated. i didn't want to toot my own horn, but i was kind of intimidating. they hesitated before they reluctantly turned around. one of them weakly raised their hand. without thinking, i punched him square in the nose. i felt a crunch under my fist, which usually meant that the bone structure collapsed. i didn't care, though. then again, i didn't know what i was thinking. i was just going to talk to him, but that obviously didn't work out. in not too long, his back was on the bar counter and i was pounding my fist into his face, one hit after another. i felt hands on my shirt and even some guy trying to get me off of his friend by hitting his own fist into the back of my head a couple of times, but that didn't stop me from hitting this kaiden guy. my friends were calling out my name, telling me stop and cut it out, and that we weren't here for fighting, we were here for a good time. something about they didn't want our time in connecticut with me in jail. i didn't care, though. all i wanted to do was kill this guy, even though it probably wouldn't get that far. i wouldn't let myself and neither would any of the men around me. they stopped pounding on my head but i still felt a bunch of drumming in my skull. they hadn't stopped tugging on my shirt, though, just like i hadn't stopped hitting this guy. i had softened my blows just enough so i made sure i didn't kill him.
once my knuckles were just as bloody and raw as his face and i could feel the stale air of the bar stinging my own wounds, i stopped punching him. i grabbed the front of his shirt, though, and pulled him up, holding him up so i could look him in the eye. if you ever so much as look at my daughter or quinn ever again, i won't hesitate to beat the living shit out of you again. i said with obvious anger laced in my voice. i knew that i was going to be in trouble for this, but hopefully the guy wouldn't press too much charges. after all, quinn could press charges right back. i punched him in the gut for good measure, harder than my first blow to his now broken nose. i let go of his shirt and threw him back on the wooden bar. then, i walked away, as if nothing had happened. the only guy i made eye contact with was the friend that had, i think, been the one pounding on my head. i should have punched him just as much for even laughing at kaiden's comment, but i figured i'd just leave him scared out of his wits instead. i didn't bother to look at my friends, either. i made a beeline towards the door and no one even thought about bothering me after that.
when i reached the exit, i don't know why i did it, but i did. i took my phone out of my pockets and quickly ran my finger on the screen, searching the contacts for a familiar name. then, i found it. quinn kennedy. i tapped on her name and began to write a message. hey uh, i need your address. it's an emergency. i think that was a good enough message. i left the building completely and i was in the giant black range rover that we had rented for our trip when i finally got a response from quinn. she texted me her address and i was thanking god that i hadn't drank that much. however, even though i was drinking and driving, controlling the car was still tough. i was still shaking from what had just happened, i was sweating, and i was still trying to keep myself from turning the car around, going back to the bar, and beating the shit out of him all over again.