I walked toward the poultry farm. I saw Rick feeding the chickens outside. I walked toward him. I punched him straight in the nose when I reached him. I heard a nice thud as he fell to the ground. "What was that for?!" he yelled. I just glared at him. "You! You… I… I can't… I just can't believe that you did that!" I yelled accusingly. He got up, and I hit him again. "You hired Crystal! You. Hired. Crystal. To. Ruin. My. Relationship. With. My. Girlfriend." I emphasized the word 'girlfriend'. Rick    didn't look very happy. I let him get up. We just stood there for several minutes staring at each other, a look of hatred in each other's eyes. I don't know who threw the first punch, but I do know that out of nowhere we were on the ground punching, kicking, and just plain hurting each other. Punch here, kick there, it was insanity! I saw someone coming toward us. It was Karen!
"What the--" she said unbelievingly. "Stop it! Stop! Jack! Rick! Stop!" we finally stopped fighting. Karen looked back and forth from Rick to me. "Well?" I just stared at Rick. "Ask Rick. He know why we were fighting. He would know more than anybody." I said, not taking my eyes off Rick. She turned to look at Rick. He didn't answer. "Okay then. You guys don't want to tell me. Fine! You can just tear each other limb from limb for all I care! I hate you both!" I felt like I had been shot. She hated me! I was stunned. I noticed that she walked off, but it didn't matter… she hated me. I got up, and started to walk home. "Hey I'm not done with you!" Rick yelled. I kept on walking. He pushed me down. I just got up, and kept on walking home. "Fine you... chicken! Run away! You loser!" I still ignored him. She hated me!
I was so devastated that I even thought about killing myself, but I knew that wouldn't solve anything. I didn't leave my house for days. During that time I didn't eat anything. I drank very little of anything. The grief that I was feeling was , literally, making me sick, very sick.
I ran to the sink, and threw up, again. I felt like I was dieing. Knock! Knock! Knock! I heard someone knocking at my door. I ignored it. Knock! Knock! Knock! The knocking persisted. "Come on Jack! You've got to come out sometime! It's me Cliff!" I heard Cliff start to ram the door. He was trying to break it down! I finally opened it. "What do you--" the last thing I saw was a fist rocketing toward my face.