"Hey it's alright bro we can do it another time," I said with a small wave because I could tell that my friend had his own problems to deal with.
We had several questions for him but I of all people knew that I wasn't the right person to ask given as I had my own secrets. Asking for Nathan to spill his own just felt wrong.
Rochelle and I watched as Nathan was driven off to what we could only guess was home while the both of us walked down the same path.
Turns out that Rochelle and I didn't live too far from each other as she lived in the third neighborhood after ours which was a 30 minute drive away or an hour's walk. We talked a bit more about each other and I found out that Rochelle's father was a detective and her mother used to study eastern culture before she died. It was only after her death that Rochelle's father had her learn taekwondo. A martial art in which she excelled in impressively.
I, on the other hand just told her about how I survived a plane crush when I was young and how I lived without my memories in Korea with an adoptive family who valued martial arts so I trained as well but recently I got bits of my memories back and now here I was. It was a fabricated story that was a mixture of omitted truths and lies so it was pretty much believable.
Rochelle actually shade a tear while listening to my story.
"Wow that almost makes my story miniscule in comparison to yours," Rochelle had sniffled. The only thing I could do was laugh nervously.
We were walking past a market street when suddenly an engine reeved behind us.
Turning around I saw a man on a motorcycle zooming towards us and it didn't seem like he was going to stop.
When he came close though the man suddenly extended his arm out but he was holding a baton. If he continued following his tragectory then Rochelle would be in danger.
"Look out!" I yelled as I pulled her towards my side with a slight swirl such that we had now swapped positions.
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The man swung the baton aiming right for my face but I reacted by bringing up my forearm. Impact was made and a loud snapping sound was heard as my whole body was chucked forward through the air. My body floated a full metre before landing and skidding across the asphalt.
"Tyler!" Rochelle shouted as she threw out a sharp kick right to the man's ear. He lost balance and fell off the bike causing it to crush against to road with a screeching noise.
Several groans escaped my mouth as I fought through the throbbing pain in my arm. The force of the baton coupled with the momentum of the bike, I was pretty sure that the bone was cracked severely but if I overexerted it then it would completely break.
Pushing through the pain I got up on one knee and looked at the scene infront of me. The bike was knocked over a distance away, Rochelle was coming over to my side to help me up and she accidentally touched my injured arm. I winced in response.
"Sorry. Are you alright though?" she asked me as she helped me over her shoulder.
"Bastard would have killed me if I hadn't blocked," I replied a slight anger in my voice. If I hadn't traded places with Rochelle, who knows what could have happened, if I also hadn't blocked then I'd have worried my family. Why is it that everytime something is going well for me scum like these try to get in my way, the main question was why?
"It's alright I think I can walk on my own," I said as I pushed forward towards the man who was now on his knees. He was shaking his head clearly trying to regain his balance.
When I got close enough I kicked him under the chin.
The man's body was flung backwards as he fell on his back unmoving. I turned and looked at Rochelle.
"Don't worry go home I'll handle it from here," I told her.
"What? Shouldn't we call police and let them handle it?" she suggested to which I shook my head.
"The police may be a little too slow in this case because this man was clearly after either me or you," I was patting down the man when I found a smartphone. Turning it on a picture of both me and Laura was displayed on the screen which caused me to jolt up a little bit.
Quickly standing up I fumbled for my newly acquired phone. Though the screen was completely broken, it was still functional.
'The subscriber your calling is unavailable at the moment please try again later,' I cursed when I heard the dreaded words.
"Rochelle get out of here I can handle this," I said with a cold expression.
Rochelle could tell that my demeanor had changed after looking at the phone it was similar to when he looked at Allen's phone and a certain pressure was coming off me as I held the bike with both my damaged hand and propped it up. I didn't realise it but the arm had slightly healed.
I grabbed the passed out man by his feet and dragged him towards the bike. Like a sack of potatoes I placed him at the back before I myself got on driving away from the scene.
'Who the hell would mess with my family,' I thought angrily.