I was 40 when my first wife and I got divorced. I had no desire to live in the same city as my ex, so when my younger sister called and asked if I'd like to come out and stay at her place I decided to take her up on it. She was recently separated herself and with six kids ranging in age from 15-2, wanted her open basement converted into bedrooms. I decided I would take on that project while staying there.
My sister was planning a visit out to see our mother who lived in another state and wanted me out there while she was gone for a few weeks. Dawn, her second oldest at 13 did not want to go with the rest of the family and my sister couldn't leave her at the house alone so she asked if I'd mind if Dawn could stay at the house with me. I agreed and drove out there.
My sister was having a few issues with Dawn and her fifteen year old sister Heather. Both were in a bit of a rebellious stage and Heather had taken up with a 21 year old high school drop out named Mario. She thought Mario acted like a thug and was a bad influence on Heather. Besides, a twenty one year old guy hanging out with a fifteen year old girl was completely inappropriate. My sister knew me as very much an alpha male and asked me to run him off if he ever came around. I told her I was only too happy to oblige. I was in the best shape of my life and would have no trouble getting rid of this guy by any means I had to.
A few days after I arrived and my sister had taken most of her family on the trip, I was down in the basement working when I heard someone coming down the stairs. It was Dawn and this guy Mario who had come over looking for Heather. I asked Dawn to go back upstairs because I had something I wanted to say to Mario in private. Standing face to face with him he was a little shorter than I was but with a stocky build. But I was more cut, experienced and full of confidence. I told Mario that he was no longer welcome around this house and that Heather was off limits. I told him I was living here now and would be around to make sure these new rules were followed.
Mario glared at me. It was clear he really wasn't intimidated, and responded by shoving me hard and telling me to go fuck myself. I shoved him back and it was on.
He landed the first punch and perfectly placed. I staggered back and returned fire. We traded a few punches when I noticed Dawn had returned and was standing on the steps watching. Now I knew I had to really take control. I threw a right and a left and this time it was him staggering back but he came right back at me. An uppercut sent me right on my back. Ears ringing, head spinning, I knew I was hurt but didn't want him to think so. I got back up to continue but he was quick and hit me with three or four punches I could not return, send me right back down. This time, I was nearly out. I heard him yelling at me to get up. This was a brand new experience for me. While I didn't get in that many fights in my life, I had never lost one and I knew I was losing this one. I struggled to get back.
Still raging mad, Mario told me to get down and suck his dick. I refused and bolted for the door on the other side of the basement. It was locked and before I could open it, Mario caught up to me, pulled one of my arms up behind my back, and walked me back to the room where we had been fighting. There, he shoved me into a wall and belted me hard in the gut. I was not expecting that. I tried to buckle over but he just shoved me back upright and hit me there again even harder. Still against the wall, I felt him kick my legs apart and he sent two uppercuts into my crotch. I screamed out in pain. For the first time in years, I even began to cry from the fear and pain. I made one last desperate attempt at a final swing but he simply swatted it away and back handed my face. He told me we could finish this outside in the street in front of all the neighbors if I wanted. I knew he was serious.
