How I Met Sheri Pt. 06: Going on Vacation

In matter of minutes Junior's whole reputation was destroyed by Sheri. Now it was my turn to kill his soul. I'm going to make him forever regret the moment he decided to walk up those stairs.

"You know you fucked up, right?" I asked in a relaxed tone.

Junior had a confused look on his face, so I helped him out.

"You fucked up by comin' up here, did you really think you were gonna intimidated me?" I asked.

"You look scared to me." Junior said.

I couldn't help but to bust out laughing. I'm not sure if it was from the weed or seeing this clown in front of me. I suddenly had a flashback to when Sheri hit the volleyball, and that made me laugh even harder. I must be coming off as some kind of a lunatic.

"Yeah I'm shitting my pants...Anyways, you've got two choices." I said when I regained my composure.

When the dumb ass couldn't figure it out, I explained his only options.

"Choice one; turn around, and walk away. Sure everyone will see the bitch in you, but trust me they already see it." I said.

"What's choice two?" Vinnie asked, which brought a big smile to my face.

"You guys can try to throw me off this balcony." I said.

"You think you're some kinda tough guy?" Junior laughed.

I took one finally hit off the blunt, before I leaned across the table, and dropped the rest of it in Junior's beer. I stood up, and turned my back to them as I took off my shirt. I let them take a long look at the scars on my back before turning back around.

I sat down on with my arms on the the back of the couch, so they can see the welts, and scars on my torso. They can read the 'No Love. Not Trust. No Mercy' tattoos across my abs. Along with the 'cursed at birth' tat on my heart.

"Think it? Nah homey, I fuckin' know it." I said confidently.

I saw the third juice head going to join his other friend by the stairs. Now it's down to two on one, my odds are getting better.

"What kinda freaky shit are you into?" Vinnie asked, when he saw the gladiator like scars on my body.

"I wasn't into shit, my parents on the other hand." I said while I looked him dead in the eyes.

"Your parents did that to you?" Junior asked in disbelief.

There was a time, when I never would've told a bunch of strangers about how I got these scars. Since I've been with Sheri, I've realized that it wasn't my fault that my parents abused me. Now I wear my scars as a badge of honor.

"Yeah they did, makes you wonder how fucked up I really am, doesn't it?" I asked.

"There's still four of us." Junior said, I see the fear in his eyes.

"Count again motherfucker." Marcus said in Junior's ear.

"Oh no, he's got the Tyson eyes." Dave said when he looked at me.

"I don't know what you guys did, but you're fucked." Marcus said to Junior, and his friend.

I didn't see Marcus, and Dave coming back to the table. Dave has the same body type as me, but he's a little lighter. He's a former college hockey player, and a retired police officer, so I know he knows how to handle myself.

Marcus is the biggest of us, but nothing like these juice heads. I've fought Marcus when we were in minor hockey, and he's hit me harder than anyone ever had. He's beat my ass, as much as I beat his.

"So what happened?" Marcus asked me.

"Well Junior here..." I began to say.

"I'm not tellin' you again..." Junior cut me off.

"HEY, CAN'T YOU SEE WE'RE TALKIN'?" Marcus said to Junior in a booming voice.

"Whatever it was it's over now, so you guys just do us all a favor, and walk away." Dave said to Junior. Dave was trying to diffuse the situation, and that's the last thing I wanted.

"Did I mention this is the piece of shit who used to beat on Sheri?" I asked my friends.

I see both Marcus, and Dave look over to Sheri, and back to Junior. I could tell they were pissed. I would be the same way if I found out that Eve or Melissa were ever abused. I'd be on a mission to inflict as much pain as possible on the guilty party.

Junior looked stunned that I knew about the domestic violence. He didn't try to deny it though.

"Most innocent people would be jumping up, and down proclaiming their innocence." The former cop Dave said.

"You know what I've never understood? My parents did all kinds of evil shit to me, and not once have I ever thought 'bout raising my hand to a girl." I said.

"And?" Junior asked.

"Well I'm just wondering, what kinda childhood could you have had, that would make you smack a girl?" I asked, and I was curious about that.

You always hear about abusers who were also victims as children, and I'm sure that's true in many cases. To me though, it sounds like an excuse to justify their behavior. I've been physically, verbally, and sexually abused, but I refuse to continue that cycle.

"So what if I hit HIM, it's not like it's a real girl!" Junior said, I guess he didn't want to talk about his childhood.

"FUCK YOU, YOU MOTHERFUCKER!" Sheri shouted.

It was breaking my heart seeing Sheri so upset, but I know she's in safe hands with Rachel. That's when I realized how small Sheri must've felt when this huge prick would go after her.

"Look at the size of her, and you're 'roided up ass, can you imagine how scared she must've been?" I asked, as I feel my blood pressure rising.

"WHAT'S YOUR FUCKIN' POINT?" Junior asked, as he stood up.

"The point is, I'm going to show you what fear feels like." I said.

"There's still four of..." Junior tried to say, before I cut him off.

"There's two, they ain't doin' shit." I said, as I point to the two juice heads standing as far away as possible.

Junior looked at his friends by the stairs. It was obvious they didn't want anything to do with what's about to happen.

"GET THE FUCK UP!" Junior shouted at me.

"Be careful what you wish for." I warn him.

I wasn't about to let Junior dictate my moves. The longer I take, the more angry he'll become, and that'll cause him to making a fatal mistake.

"FUCKIN' SISSY!" Junior called me.

"I'm a sissy?" I asked my friends.

"You're certainly pretty enough." Marcus laughed.

"Yeah, without the beard, you gotta a lil' boy band thing goin' on." Dave joked.

"Fuckin' hilarious." I said to them.

"Look at his nails, I bet he wears her panties too." Junior laughed, when he say my red nails.

When we were on the plane last night, Sheri got a little bored, and asked if she could paint my nails. Of course I didn't have any problems with that. I'm secure enough with myself, that I'm able to do silly things like that. I'm not sure if this comes across in my words, but we don't take ourselves to serious.

Sheri's given me manicures, and pedicures since we've been dating. My hands, and feet have never felt better.

"Don't hit him first." Dave said to me quietly, I nodded my head to him.

That was Dave the cop speaking, he didn't want me to get arrested for assault.

"You don't like my nails? I thought she did a great job." I laughed, as I admire Sheri's work.

"I bet your ass is so tight." Vinnie said.

"It should be, nothing's been up there since my dad raped me." I said. I couldn't care less that everyone on the balcony heard about my dad molesting me.

"We're gonna stretch you out." Junior threatened me. I have to say, he has more heart than I thought he would.

"WITH WHAT? We all heard that you couldn't satisfy a fly or was it a flea?" I laughed. I was trying to say anything to get Junior to take a swing at me.

"GET UP PUNK!" Junior screamed.

"If I hit on that side of the head, you think it'll knock your eye back into alignment?" I asked. I don't know about anyone else, but I was enjoying my one liners.

"Your mouth's just as big as hers." Junior said.

"Ohhh, SO that's what it was, you didn't like her jokes?" I said.

"Yeah that's right, and I NEVER would've let her leave the house lookin' like a whore." Junior said, as he looked at Sheri's dress.

"You're gettin' reckless with your health." I warn him again. Junior's going to have to answer for everything's he's said, and done since he stepped into my space like this.

"You're not gonna do anythin', just keep sitting there like a coward." Junior laughed at me.

I'm just about to wrap this up, and teach Junior a valuable lesson. First things first though; I wanted to give him one last insult, which hopefully will be enough for him to take a swing at me.

"Hey babe, was he bowlegged when you guys met?" I asked Sheri.

I was hoping Sheri would be able to knock this set up out of the park. Sheri's known for her quick wit, and I seen a big smile come across his face.

"Oh hell no, me fuckin' his bitch ass made him walk that way." Sheri laughed loudly, which caused everyone on the balcony to crack up.

"FUCKIN' CU..." Junior yelled, as he turned to face Sheri.

"TAKE ONE STEP TOWARD HER, AND I'LL BREAK YOUR FUCKIN' NECK." I shout at him, Junior froze in place.

I moved to the edge of the couch, and looked over to the girls. They both seemed worried. I was going went to say something to them, when I saw Rachel's eyes go wide.

"JAAAYYY!" I heard multiple people say.

I looked up to see a fist coming for the left side of my face. Thanks to the warning I was able to brace myself as the punch landed just above my eye.

I thought I was in big trouble, but Sheri hits me harder with a pillow. I seen that Junior was pleased with himself. He took off his shirt, and puffed out his chest. I stood up, and checked to see if I was bleeding.

"Oh, thank you very much for that." I smiled at him.

The way Junior looked at me, I think he realized he made a grave mistake. He tried throwing another punch that I easily avoided. The way he was throwing punches, it was clear he hasn't been in too many fights in his life.

I smacked him across the face with an open hand, right away I can see my handprint on his cheek. I know it stung him, cause he took a step back, and grabbed his red face.

"Not so fun when you get smacked back, is it?" I said, as a slapped the other side of his face.

I was kind of surprised that bouncers haven't rushed up here yet, but I'm grateful they weren't around.

"Nope, your eyes still fucked up." I laughed at him after I slapped him for a third time.

"FIGHT ME LIKE A MAN!" Junior shouted at me.

"Ok." I said, as I shrug my shoulders.

When Junior swung again I ducked under his punch, and saw my opening. A thunderous uppercut to the bottom of his chin, that caused his head to snap back.

As he backpedaled from the uppercut, I was right on top of him. When his right hand dropped, I lunged with a left cross to his temple, that Mike Tyson himself would've been proud of.

Junior was sleeping before he landed on the couch, and I was sad. Not because I hurt him, but because the fight was over so quickly. Unfortunately he might not remember getting knocked out, so I wanted to give him a permanent reminder of the time we spent together. I reached down to rip the barbells out of his nipples, and threw them off the balcony.

"Man enough for you?" I asked the motionless Junior.

I seen Vinnie being held back by Marcus. The closer I got to him, I can see the fear coming across his face, as he put his fist up to fight.

"Put your fuckin' hands down, we both know you ain't gonna do shit." I said to him.

"I'm...what..." he started to ramble.

"Shut the fuck up, NOW is there anything you wanna tell that girl over there?" I asked, as I put my hand on his shoulder.

If Vinnie couldn't figure out what I was talking about, there would be a price to pay.

"I...you...I...don't..." Vinnie babbled.

"Come on now, THINK!" I said, as I poke his head with my finger.

"I'm sorry for what I said." Vinnie said as he looked at Rachel.

"That's a good boy, now take him, and get your bitch asses outta my sight." I said.

Vinnie, and his friends went over to pick up a groggy Junior, and dragged him down the stairs with them.

"Is there any bouncers here?" I heard Dave ask.

I was asking myself the same question. I've been in a few bar fights, and most get broken up before a punch is even thrown. I'm going to have to tell Alex thank you, for having bad security in his club.

I went over to the girls. Rachel was handling it much better than Sheri, who was visibly shaken.

"I'm so proud of you." I said to Sheri, as she broke down in tears.

Rachel, and I sat on either side of Sheri as we tried to console her. I didn't realize how emotional this would be for her to confront her abuser like this.

"Let it out." Rachel said softly, as we run Sheri's back.

After a few minutes the tears stopped. Rachel, and Melissa took Sheri to the bathroom to fix her make-up.

"You crazy bastard, were you plannin' on taking 'em all on?" Marcus laughed, as he drank his beer.

"The thought crossed my mind." I said.

I couldn't be more grateful they showed up when they did. I might be confident in my abilities, but talking on four juice heads is way beyond my skill set.

"That was a big boy." Dave said, as he shook his head.

"I'm just lucky he didn't know how to throw a punch.' I laughed.

I looked for my shirt, but I couldn't find it anywhere. I even leaned over the railing to see if I accidentally threw it off the balcony.

"What'd he say to Rach?" Dave asked.

"You don't wanna know." I said, I can't find my shirt anywhere.

If I told them what Vinnie said, I'll get pissed all over again, and I'm already ready regretting that I didn't knock his teeth out when I had the chance. Vinnie got off way to easy in my opinion.

"I'm so sorry this happened." Was the first thing Sheri said to me, when she came back from the bathroom.

The last thing I want was for Sheri to blame herself for what happened.

"Listen to me, in no way was this your fault." I said firmly.

"But when I said that 'bout his legs, he hit your face." Sheri said softly, as she touched where I was hit.

To be completely honest, I don't feel the effects from the punch at all. It might be the adrenaline or the weed that made my face numb.

"That's what I wanted."

"Well that wasn't very smart." Sheri quietly laughed. I seen her beautiful face, and I knew she was going to be all right.

"I'm sure I'll do something dumber by tomorrow." I joked, as I kiss her soft lips.

"TO THE THROUPLE!" Our friends shout. Dave popped the cork on the champagne, and filled up the glasses.

"For the brides to be, and the craziest bastard I've ever met!" Marcus said. He handed the girls a glass of champagne, and handed me a cigar.

"Seriously, all I need is thirty minutes." Eve joked, as she looked in my eyes.

Eve had me follow her finger to see if I had a concussion. I've had a few in my life, so I knew I didn't have one now.

"When I fought Tony I ripped out his earring, why am I doing that?" I asked.

Tony's wasn't the first piercing I tore out of someone's ear, nose, and tonight my first nipples. I was curious as to what Eve thought about that.

"What'd you do with Tony's?" Eve asked, it seemed like she was interested in my answer.

"I threw it at Sam." I laughed. I couldn't help but to chuckle, as I remember the earring hitting Sam in the forehead.

"And the others?" She asked, which shocked me.

"How'd you know?"

"'Cause I do this for a living." She laughed.

"I threw them too." I said.

"Well if you were keepin' 'em as a trophy I'd be concerned." She said.

"Like a serial killer?" I asked.

I've watched many documentaries about serial killers, and how they always keep a 'trophy' from their victims so they can relive the moment. All the serial killers I've learned about have had traumatic childhoods like me.

I've always wondered, why are they murderers, and I'm not? I've heard them try to explain the hate, rage, and anger flowing through their veins, and I can relate to that. The one thing we don't have in common is, I've never killed animals when I was a kid, like many of them do.

I know I'm capable of extreme violence when I feel threatened, and I have absolutely no remorse for those I've beaten up.

So I do ask myself; am I a future serial killer who just hasn't killed yet? I personally don't think I could take someone's life, but I haven't been put in that situation yet. Then again, I could just have an active imagination caused by this powerful weed.

"First off, you're not a psycho or a serial killer, so stop worrying 'bout that, and stop watching those shows." Eve told me. She knows I like watching those kind of documentaries.

"Then what is it? 'cause I'm gettin' a lil' concerned." I joked.

"It's your way of showing people that you're the leader of the pack." Eve said.

"But he doesn't walk into a room actin' like he owns it." Rachel said with certainty, I'm glad I'm not the only one who thought that.

"I agree! He'd prefer the world not to see him as a threat in any way, but if you disrespect him or someone he cares 'bout, that's when this comes out." Eve explained, I didn't fully understand what she was trying to say.

"So he's got a split personality?" Marcus laughed.

"And you're a bitch to all of them." I joked, as I continued my search for my shirt.

"He's got you there honey." Eve said, as she gave him a kiss.

"What the hell are you lookin' for?" Sheri asked, when I turned over the couch cushions.

"Probably a joint." Dave laughed.

"I can't find my damn shirt." I said. But now that Dave mentioned it, I could use a hit or two.

"Give him his pen back." Rachel said to Sheri.

"Just sit, and relax, I'm sure the shirt will show up." Sheri said when she handed me the pen.

I did what Sheri suggested, and tried to get my mind off the missing shirt. Christie sat with me, and Sheri while Rachel went to dance with the rest of the group. I'm basically the only one who doesn't dance.

"Still gonna do it tonight?" I quietly asked Sheri, while Christie was on the phone.

"Did you say anything?" She asked back.

I might suck at lying, but I know how to keep a secret. If someone tells me something in confidence, I won't breathe a word of it.

"You know me better than that." I said.

"You better not! If you did, I wouldn't let your cock anywhere near me for the rest of the week." Sheri tried to sound like a tough girl, as she straddled my lap.

"Oh really?" I laughed, as I hold her ass cheeks.

"It's a fact Mister! You open your mouth, and I'll make sure baby girl doesn't fuck your either." She said. Sheri's always calling me 'mister' when she's playing around like this, and I don't know why she does it.

I wasn't going to say anything to Rachel to begin with, but I'm definitely keeping my mouth shut with that threat. Although I doubt either of them would follow through with that, but I'm not taking any chances.

"I promise I won't say a word." I said.

Sheri didn't say anything to me, we just stared in each other's eyes, as she put her arms around my neck.

"I love you so fuckin' much." Sheri said, as a tear rolled down her cheek.

"Then why you cryin'?" I laughed, when I wipe it away.

"Trust me, they're tears of joy." Sheri smiled, as she leaned in to make out with me. The blood started to flow south, causing my cock to grow.

"And I love you too." I said, when we broke the kiss.

"Mrs. Sheri O'Shay, that has a nice ring to it." She smiled.

"Yes it does, you happy to be home?" I asked.

"I love seein' the people at the house again, but my home's in Buffalo with you, and baby girl." Sheri told me.

My heart melted when Sheri said that. Wherever they're at is my home too.

"I think you forgot someone." Christie said when she got off the phone.

"Oh my god, I can't believe I forgot Bella!" Sheri joked.

"You're such a bitch!" Christie laughed, as she tried to push Sheri off my lap.

"I'm jokin'. You're our sister for life, if it wasn't for you the throuple wouldn't exist." Sheri said to her.