Too Far

Tim sat there on the ground, his eyes smarting from the pain. Ah Seng stood there in front of him, fists raised, his lips locked in a smirk.

Tim could feel the blood dripping from his eye lids from the cut sustained when his glasses was cracked by the punch. The lenses had cracked, and the pices had sliced fairly deep into his eyelid.

``You bastard! I told you to give me your lunch money, but nooo, you had to be the tough guy, eh?'' Ah Seng gloated. ``See what happens?''

Tim could feel the pain coming on as tears streamed and mixed with the blood.

``I... need my glasses...''

``Go to hell!'' Ah Seng shouted before giving the seated Tim a firm kick in the stomach before strutting off like a bantam cock.

Tim felt the acute pain from the kick and picked up the lens pieces from the ground. The frame was dented out of shape from the punch, and his high degree glass lenses were ruined. He picked up the frame from the ground and tried to stare at it through his injured eyes. He hugged his knees together as he realised that without those glasses, he was effectively blind.

He cursed Ah Seng under his breath. This was the second time that year that his glasses were ruined by the bully. The last time he had his glasses thus damaged, he got into a lot of trouble with his parents. They were not from a rich family; life was hard but tolerable. He was the first child that they had managed to send to school -- his two other brothers never really had the opportunity to. But all that reading and studying probably contributed to his gradual increase in myopia, and the cost of the glasses was extremely high compared to what they could afford.

He got hell from them just to replace the first pair of glasses. Now he didn't know how to approach them to replace this second one.

Ah Seng had gone too far. It's time for a payback. But first, Tim had to cross a burning bridge.

(Based on an exercise generated by WriteThis - 06-Jan-2014 23:42:50)