Chapter 1- Cutting Deep
Well guys, this is a new story that I wanted to try. Please let me know what you think! Enjoy!
Chapter One-
Here we go again.
That was my first thought when I made my way to the parking lot. This wasn't my first fight, no there have been many before. Only, something didn't seem right that night. I brushed off that feeling and cleared my head to prepare myself. What was it for this time? Well, you know how rumors spread. This time, a wolf's girl allegedly had her eyes on me. He got jealous, we argued, and here we are. The reason doesn't really matter, I just fought to win. Maybe that sounds a little conceited, but hey, that's me.
Who am I? Right, before I get ahead of myself, my name's Shay, I'm a jackal. I'm 18, and a senior at the hellhole known as Cavalry High. I'm a bit skinny, but I'm proud of the muscle I've got. I have green eyes, I'm about average height, and I have a big temper. I'm known to be a troublemaker, but I don't think I'm all that bad. It's just I don't have a filter and I am way too eager to fight about stuff. That's really all you need to know about me, you'll learn more as we go.
Now, even though the reason was stupid, and the rumor was completely untrue for many reasons, one of them being that I literally had never spoken to that girl in my life, I still agreed to fight. What can I say? My pride went to my head. There was a group of people already huddled there, some probably his friends, others who probably just wanted some entertainment. My lifelong friend Max, a tall German Shepherd, came with me to back me up just in case, but I was ready, and I was confident that I was going to win. I walked up to the wolf, and he was a bit taller than me. He stared me down with a fiery look in his eye, but it didn't phase me. "You like what you see? Let's just get this over with," I say with a sarcastic, yet threatening tone.
The little crowd began to move closer and surround us two enemies, with their phones out, cameras aimed at us. I could see Max before he got pushed back by the crowd. I then drew my attention to the wolf in front of me and I positioned myself, ready to fight.This was a normal fight, or so I thought. We were just going to kick each other's asses until someone decided to quit, and I wasn't going to let that be me. I never did let that be me, I hated the thought of losing. You know how I said something didn't seem right? Yeah, I guess I had good reason to feel that way.
The fight started out normally, we each took a few swings at each other,and I felt like I was doing good. I blocked everything else in the world out, and just focused on beating this wolf senseless. Bam! A punch straight to my muzzle made me lose my focus, but I quickly regained it and went back at him just as hard. Smack! My fist pounded right into the side of his face. I knew he was just about done. Just when I thought I could make the final blow, he reached for his pocket in a flash. In that split second, I thought Fuck. Before I could think of anything else, a word, a next move, anything, I felt a sharp knife pierce through my side.
I slowly backed away, fell to my knees, and quickly ripped the knife from my flesh. No more thoughts came to my head, I just felt pain. Terrible, excruciating pain. I fell and laid down there on the ground, and I could already feel a puddle of blood forming about me. I could hear Max yell at the wolf, "What the fuck did you just do?!" before my foe ran away. The crowd all fled in a panic. Max came to my side, held my head up, and held my arm. "Look at me, Shay, look at me, you're going to be fine..." He said more, but I wasn't paying attention. I was just trying to memorize the way his face looked, certain this was the end. Soon enough, everything faded to black.
I woke up in a hospital, rolling down the hallway as quick as lightning in a stretcher. I looked up to see nurses frantically yelling things back and forth at each other. I couldn't really focus on what they were saying, but from what I could gather, it sounded like I was going to be alright as long as they tended to me quickly. Before I could take in any more details, I passed out again.
This time I woke up for real. I was in a hospital bed, and my family was there in the room with me. My dad stepped forward when he realized I woke up and said, "What the fuck were you thinking, son? Do you ever learn? Will you ever learn?" I just ignored him, maybe he was right, but I didn't want to listen to his lecture. "You're damn lucky you didn't die out there!" Finally I made eye contact with the old jackal and replied, "I know, Dad. I know." He scoffed at my reply and finished with, "You're just lucky Max was there, or you would be dead. But at least then we wouldn't have to worry about you, now would we?" That last part hurt me really bad, but I didn't let him see it. He stormed out of the room. And if you were wondering, yes, I get my temper from him.
My mom came up and looked like she had been crying or was about to. "You know he didn't mean it, you know how your father--" "Yeah Mom, I get it," I said, cutting her off. "Look Shay, you're doing better, and you're going to recover. We were so worried about you...but I need you to promise us that this fighting business is over." I thought about it, and I really wanted to be stubborn and argue, but I promised, "Yeah, fine. I promise." I lied, that wouldn't be my last, but oh well. She gave a worrisome smile and went to leave the room, probably to go console my father. Before she could leave, I stopped her and asked, "Is he here?" "Who?" "Max, is he here?" She nodded her head and said, "I'll send him your way."
A few moments after she left, the shepherd walked in and sat at my side. "You stayed?" I asked him. "Of course I did, bud. I wouldn't leave." I smiled at him and said, "Thank you, it means a lot." I think it was then that I finally realized that I was in love with my best friend.