Vincent was making very little progress with the class. Natasha had sat in the very front row just to be able to hear him talk over the din. Vinny often thought about using corporal punishment on the brats that consistently interrupted his class but refrained from it. Vinny tried his best to teach the class despite the disruptions. He couldn't figure out what was up with Felix, Tyrone, Jamaal, and Tony. Usually they were the loudest of the bunch but today they were as quiet as a mouse. They gawked at him with smirks on their faces. They hated their teacher and they hated Natasha because she was always brown nosing. They had heard rumors that Mr.Young had taken Natasha out to lunch a week ago.
Vinny shrugged off the eeriness and continued teaching the class. He was in a good mood today. It was Friday and after class he had plans of taking his wife Cindy out to dinner at an extravagant restaurant overlooking the harbor. Usually he stayed after school for an hour to grade papers but today he would leave at 2:30 pm with the students.
When school finally let out he grabbed his leather satchel and headed out to his car. He whistled on his way out and fished around in his pocket for his keys. He hunkered over his car to unlock the door when it happened. He felt a sharp blow to the head and instantly fell to the ground. His military instincts immediately kicked in and he pulled the legs out from his assailant then jumped on top of him.
The attacker squirmed like a fish and let out a groan. That's when Vinny received a head butt from the big burly black man he was trying to subdue. He felt himself nearly pass out. All he could see was a big dorky looking Afro shielding him from the sun.
"Nobody touches my boy except for me!" Shouted the man.
He was now on top of Vincent and choking him with all of his might. Vinny used his powerful legs and wrapped them around his attacker using what wrestlers call a scissor hold. He squeezed until the man's hands finally loosened around his neck so he could breathe. They both quickly stood up and began fist fighting. Wiggles' dad threw a left hook but Vinny ducked. Vincent threw a quick jab into his lower abdomen causing the man to hunker over and then a strong upper cut to the jaw. The man teetered back a few steps and fell face down on the ground. Just as Vinny was catching his breath he heard sirens. Then he looked to his left and saw a woman holding a camcorder.
"I caught it all on tape you creep!" Declared the woman.
Vincent turned around and to his dismay saw a throng of people waving their fists.
"You're going to jail you sick bastard!" They chanted.
Vince had no idea what they were talking about but he could hear the sirens getting closer.
The angry mob ran over to his Saturn and began smashing it with lead pipes and tire irons. Vince looked over at Wiggles' dad who remained on the ground unconscious. Amidst the throng of people appeared two police officers with their weapons drawn.
"Get on the ground! Get on the ground right now!" Commanded the officers.
Vincent did as he was told and laid face down on the ground.
"Hands behind your back!" They shouted.
The very second he placed his hands behind his back he was quickly apprehended.
"I was only defending myself!" He said.
The cop on his right squeezed his fingernails deep into his arm while they had him under duress. Vinny's nose was still bleeding from the fight. The crowd jeered and waved fists in the air. The cops weren't careful when they shoved him in the back of the cruiser and Vincent's head got slammed into the door. When he turned around he noticed his car was on fire.
His thoughts immediately began interspersing. What was going on? Why did these people call him a sick bastard? Surely there must be a big mistake. He thought to himself.
But what had happened today was only the beginning. It was about to get a whole lot worse.