Rock Hard: Do I Just Attract Trouble?

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Do I just attract trouble?

That’s right, Jason the drunken prick took a swing at me!

As you might have guessed I’m not a fighter, I’m a lover, haha! (sorry about that). No I’m not a fighter and as much as I have seen plenty of fights in my time each time I do see one I think it’s a senseless waste of time. That’s not to say I don’t know how to defend myself, I do, I’ve actually had some self defence training, I’m no black belt but I can block a punch, I just didn’t need too when Jason threw his punch.

Just like when he tried to use air quotes to emphasize his words a few minutes earlier as soon as he moved to throw his punch he over balanced and I saw it coming early enough that I just had to lean backwards and watch his first sail past me. I must admit I am glad he was in the state he was, had the fist connected I probably would have hit the deck unconscious.

“You bitch!” he said as he tried to recover presumably to throw another punch.

As much to stop him falling as to stop him from thinking he could throw another punch I grabbed his arm, twisted it behind his back and pushed him against the wall.

“Fuckin let me go bitch!” He grumbled into the brick wall.

“Jason, it’s time to go to your room and sleep it off.” I said quietly next to his ear.

“Fuck you!” his voice had quietened down but his venom was still there.

I pushed him harder against the wall, I wasn’t trying to hurt him my only plan was to quieten him down and stop him from moving or getting free to a point where I couldn’t control him. I had his right arm twisted up behind his back so that his hand was touching his shoulder blade, if he hadn’t been so drunk I’m sure he would have been hurting.

“Listen to me Jason,” I said into his ear. “You’ve had too much to drink, you’re upset about something there is no need to be upset about and if you continue on this path you are going to regret your actions. It’s time for you to go back to your room.”

“Just fuckin letmego,” his speech was getting worse.

“Not until you promise me that you are headed to your room and that you wont try to take another swing at me.”

“Ok I promise juz lemme go.”

I slowly released the pressure on Jason’s arm and let him move away from the wall slightly but I kept my grip on his wrist tight. We moved together slowly and gently, I was watching his every move and making sure he didn’t try anything. When I finally let go he turned slowly and propped himself up against the wall.

“I’m sorry Christie.” he mumbled as he leaned against the wall

I wasn’t really in the mood for apologies or excuses and despite him throwing a punch my main concern was still to ensure he was going to sleep it off and not cause any more trouble for himself or others. It was that concern for him that meant I was slightly off guard and when he swung at me for a second time the punch actually connected.

Punches from drunks seem to go one of two ways, they are either able to summon all the force in the world and it feels like you’ve been hit by a bus or there is so little force that you hardly feel it. Jason’s punch was in the second category. Had it hit me in the side of the head where it was aimed it probably would have hurt more than it did but even with me being caught slightly off guard I was able to flinch and the punch skimmed off my left shoulder.

It was at that moment I did something which I regret, some people wouldn’t but I knew Jason was basically harmless and it was alcohol bravado and a pissed off mind that was driving him so I did regret it.

As I flinched and knocked his right fist across my shoulder my reflexes took over and I used my right hand to push him back against the wall, then lifted my knee and slammed it into his balls. Having done some self defence I knew that was one target they trained women to aim for but for me that was a target for someone who was dangerous and posed you a real threat, I didn’t think Jason was that much of a threat to me, he was an annoyance but not a threat and that made me think the ball shot was a cheap one.

Cheap or not it slowed Jason down, in fact like you’d expect it actually took him down. Almost immediately he folded over and grabbed for his balls.

“Oww, my fuckin’ balls, you bitch!” he said as he slunked before me.

I was still trying to keep the tone of the disagreement down to a dull roar and not wake other motel guests or at worst alert the management to what was happening but Jason’s voice was getting loud again. I suppose I don’t blame him for that given that he’d just had his balls shunted northward.

It was at that moment that Dean walked around the corner. It wouldn’t have taken a genius to work out what had gone on, I’m sure Dean would have heard raised voices and when he came around the corner and was met with a scene of a grown man laying on the concrete holding his groin with a woman standing over him I’m sure he would have known what happened instantly.

“See if you can talk some sense into this prick.” I said to Dean. “I’ve been trying to talk him into sleeping it off for ten minutes but he doesn’t want to listen.”

I purposely didn’t tell Dean what had lead up to Jason holding his balls, I just wanted the crap to be over and I knew Jason wouldn’t even attempt to take Dean on. Dean agreed to my request and said he’d make sure Jason got back to his room safely.

“C’mon Jason, lets not have any more problems.” Dean said as he helped Jason up and I walked away to my room.

I was only in my room ten minutes before I heard a quiet knock at the door.

“Chris, it’s me, can I come in?” It was Dean. I was tired but I half expected his visit, and I was kind of waiting for Adam anyway so I was awake and I invited Dean in. “What happened out there?”

“What did Jason tell you?” I replied answering a question with a question.

“He told me nothing, he groaned about his balls, threw up in the dunny and moaned a lot.”

As much as Jason seemed to be becoming a thorn in my side I also knew he was drunk and not in his right mind. I wasn’t going to forgive him right away but as long as he wanted to keep things to himself I was prepared to forget about it so telling Dean what had gone one was not something I wanted to do.

“Just forget it please.” I said just as Adam walked in the door.

“Hey, what’s going on?” He asked as he came and sat on the bed next to me.

“Jason and Chris had some sort of altercation outside. When I arrived Jason was laying on the ground holding his balls, but she wont tell me what went on.” Dean said to Adam.

“Look,” I started. “I just want to forget about it, if Jason’s learned his lesson I’m happy with that. I’m sick of all this stuff taking over our band.”

Adam and Dean weren’t overly impressed with my decision and they both tried to get more information out of me but I refused to give them any more and after nearly thirty minutes I finally cracked and told them I was tired and wanted to go to bed and that if they wanted to keep discussing Jason they could leave. My little outburst was enough, they both stopped, Dean left the room and Adam and I went to bed.

The last thing I heard was Adam’s cheeky comment about waking up the following morning the same way he did that morning. I was too tired to hit him for it.


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