Slamming the Door

A knock at the front door pulled me from the reverie. We'd fucked long and hard that night, our bodies melding into one. For the first time in a long time, I'd given myself over to someone.

And guilt had followed me into the morning.

I got up and walked to the door, thinking about how she forgave me for leaving without a word as if she were some whore in the night. She listened to my reasoning and helped me work through it.

Had I given her the same courtesy? Fuck no. I had slammed the door in her face.

My father stood on the other side of the door. Damon was on his left and Mitch was on his right. "Matt. We wanted to come over with Mitch. He has something to tell you."

I didn't hesitate, but reared back and punched the bastard in the face. He hit the ground, and I was on top of him, beating him senseless.

He didn't need to tell me a thing. Everything was falling into place.

I could hear Damon and my father yelling for me to calm down, but I simply kept swinging. If Mitch wanted to tak