Unwrapping of Butterflies–The Conclusion

The highlight of my 10th grade year came when I got my 2nd degree black belt. I got it on October 17th. The test took about 6 hours. I was ecstatic! However, Sean got out around the same time, too.

When he came back, the first thing he did was come back into my house with the key he was given. As soon as I walked in, he is immediately in my face. I could smell beer in his breath for it was intoxicating and nearly knocked me off my feet. He starts to put his hands on my breast when I push him back. Startled, he throws a wild punch that misses my face. I sway to my right, grab his hand, and punch his stomach, “OOOF” he yelled. I then pull him into a knee to his crotch. I then hook my arm under his arm, and take him to the ground. Having his arm secured by my left, I hook it around his arm above his elbow and presses my right hand on his chest. Then, I take my left arm and places it on top of my right hand. My right knee is on his stomach while my left leg is supporting my body weight. I then sit up straight. If I wanted to, I could snap his arm in to. However, I decide to have some fun.

Taking my right arm, I punch him in the face, throat, and crotch. I can see fear in his eyes. For the first time, HE is the one getting beat up. Nearly two years of frustration, and depression are packed into each punch. With every punch, my eyes grow more and more fierce and cold. I have no pity for this man.

I pick him up.

I push him into a wall.

I lash out with a side kick into his stomach which impales him on my foot.

Coming down, I do a ridge hand into his crotch.

I stomp his toes.

I rake his eyes.

I slap his face.

I hold him up with my left hand.

Looking him deep in his eyes, I see nothing in his eyes except fear.

I can end this.

I can finish him off once and for all.

Two years worth of frustration, pain, and agony.

I rear my arm back.

My punch flies towards his face but someone tackles me to the ground.

It’s Victor!

“YOU CAN NOT STOP ME FROM MY REVENGE!” I yell with blood on my mind.

“Claudia! It’s not worth it. You’ve done enough as it is.”

“NO LET ME GO!” As soon as I said that, I fell a dull sensation overcome as I black out.

From what I was told by Victor, Troy had knocked me out and let Sean go. After that night, Sean never came near me again. In fact, every time I see him anywhere, he would either turn away or lower his head.

Victor and I began dating steadily. I participated in after school activities. I was a starter in softball and basketball, playing center field and power forward respectively. With Victor, my life changed drastically: I was confident, I was excited about waking up every day, and I was secure. Right now, Sean has gone on to college. Last I heard, he was going to a technical school in Indiana. He’s doing fine or something like that. I’m just kidding. I have no idea what he’s up to, nor do I care.

I don’t know if I had it in me to kill him that night. I think about it everyday. Would it be worth the risk? Where would I be right now? Would I be with Victor? Or would I be in some prison sharing cells with a stalker? Too many questions to think about; right now, I just want to be with my Victor and no one else. Right now, I live for our love together. Oh, and our song is, “I Just Can’t Stop Loving You”, by Michael Jackson.