Drew lost his best friend, Hunter, that day when Hunter ambushed him on his way home. “I said enough is enough, man.” He shouted as he struggled to free himself from Hunter’s grasp. “You’re a psycho,” he said after he elbowed Hunter hard in the ribs to free himself. “No wonder everyone left you.” I was crazy for even standing by your side. He wanted to say but walked away instead, gritting his teeth in an effort to stave off the pain.
“Don’t you walk away from me, you bastard?! We’re not done here!” Hunter shouted as he lay on the gravel with possibly broken ribs.
When Drew arrived home later that afternoon, his girlfriend, Celia was there. “Oh my god,” she gasped and touched the bruises on his face, “what happened to you?”
“Hunter happened.” Drew replied flatly. “He is apparently jealous of our relationship.”
“What?” Celia shrieked handing him an icepack, “What is there to be jealous about?”
“You were his girlfriend before us.” Drew shook his head, “It doesn’t matter anymore. I’m calling his parents to have him committed. He’s done too much shit to too many people and he had just crossed the line.”
This is a response for Roger Shipp’s new flash fiction challenge, Flash Fiction For the Purposeful Practitioner. We are given the beginning of the sentence and we are to finish the story.