Fight Club thread - i just like watching people in their most basic form

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Story time.
I beat the shit out of my ex who was a former cop. How? He had a weak back, so bad his pit bull once jumped on him and he landed the wrong way. That put him out of comission for like a week. So at the time I was just a nursing student living in the middle of meth head country in nowhere fast USA. My only property a shitty decrepit trailer with locks that got broken constantly.
Behind my house was a trap house where drunks and druggies fought ever so constantly. Needless to say when I lived there being a gorl home alone I was in a constant state of hypervigilence. I was at one point I kept a blade in almost every crevice because being a cracker no ass having ho they thought I had money.
Well now I've set the stage you can imagine how bad a position a girl can be in. So one evening I got home from class. It was dark and the power was cut off due to a tree falling somewhere on a line near my house. It was summer and the house behind me was being as annoying as usual. I sat down on my chair and lit a cigarette. I couldn't cook during the power outage and despite me walking 6 miles that day I had no appetite what so ever. Situations like this caused me to sleep in the living room so I changed my clothes and slept in the chair. I slept lightly as half my mind concentrated on the noise from the back of the house. I didn't know how long they would carry on for.
It must of been hours because next thing I knew I heard the door creep open. I lept almost instinctively to attention it was pitch black by then and my only instinct was to charge. I charged at the figure in the door throwing my weight to the center of it. as he tumbled I followed with a kick to the stomach and grabbed the knife I hid underneath a potted plant by the front door. It was a very discreet paper opener looking blade. I didn't really need it then because when I applied my full weight on another kick straight in the stomach he yelped like an animal in pain. Needless to say after another week of bed rest and a visit to the chiropractor he learned not to startle me again.
 
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