But then…
“Took you long enough,” Troy sneered from the back of the class. “Did you cry on the way to school or what?” His friends laughed like idiots.
Ndidn’t answer.
I always didn’t answer him whenever he bullied me. And since Dad wouldn’t help me, I’d keep giving him the silent treatment.
“Did a dog scratch you, Kester?” He added, and his friends laughed again.
Still, I said nothing. I just clenched my pencil tighter.
“Bet he finally saw his ugly reflection and punched himself,” the other one said.
I kept breathing. In and out. Just like I did at night when the shouting from the kitchen kept me awake. Just like when I hid in the laundry room last Christmas because Dad smashed a glass and Mum was screaming.
Just keep breathing.
But then Troy opened his mouth again-and this time, it wasn’t a joke.
“Or wait…” He paused. I could almost hear the smirk on his lips. “Did your dad hit you the same way he hits that whore of a mother you have?”
Everything went still.
KESTER.
Every noise in the class faded.
I didn’t hear the laughter.
I didn’t hear the chairs creaking.
I didn’t hear my own heartbeat.
Just that one sentence. Echoing over and over and over in my skull.
My fist crushed the pencil in my hand, and I snapped it in two like was a twig.
I stood up slowly. I don’t even remember doing it.
One second, I was staring at my desk, and the next, I was marching straight toward the back of the class.
I heard someone call my name. Maybe. I couldn’t tell. I didn’t care.
Troy was grinning like he’d won something.
He didn’t even get the chance to blink before I grabbed him by the collar and slammed his face into the desk.
I didn’t feel anything. Just this heat. Boiling really bad. Rushing through my arms. Through my head.
“Take it back!” I screamed. “SAY IT AGAIN!”
He tried to push me off, but I was already hitting his face repeatedly on the desk.
Everyone gasped, scrambling out of their seats. This was new to them. I had never fought or got violent before.
I didn’t stop.
He shouted once, but I didn’t hear it properly.
I hit him again.
And again.
And again.
I tackled him out of his chair. I heard screams. Desks banged, and chairs scraped as people jumped out of the wa look at anything. dn’t stop to
My fists moved faster than my thoughts. I didn’t know what I was doing. I didn’t care what I was doing. I just needed him to shut up. I needed to stop the rage. I needed to hit something. Someone.
My mother is NOT a whore!” I roared, spit flying from my mouth. I hit his jaw. His nose. Something cracked. Blood sprayed. I kept going. “TAKE IT BACK!”
I couldn’t stop.
I didn’t even want to stop.
His blood splashed on my sleeves, on my knuckles, on my face. His lends tried to pull me off him, but I swung an elbow and heard one of them yelp. They backed way.
“Kester! STOP!” Miss Lorelle shouted, rushing into the class. She grabbed my arms, but I didn’t stop. Something was buzzing in my body. I didn’t even feel like me anymore. It was like finally take all the pain I’d been choking on for yemething else was in me. Like I had been waiting for this… I threw Miss Lorelle off without even realizing it. I heard her stumble, maybe fall.
“Help! Someone get the seniors!” she shouted. She panicking. “ET THE SENIORS!” for someone to
Troy’s face was a mess. It was red and swollen. He was choking on hown blood. I think 1 knocked out a tooth, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t even there anymore. I was somewhere else. I was back at home. I was watching my mum cry again. Watching my dad slam the door. Watching myself crash into the closet like a scared little chicken.
Maybe that scared little chicken, was dead.
Or maybe it stopped being scared.
I wanted to hurt him the way I couldn’t hurt Dad.
Three older students stormed in. They already had their wolves. So, they were supposedly strong. Two of them held me by both arms Tike I was some wild animal.
I thrashed.
Another one tried to pull me by the waist.
They were stronger than me-but it still took all of them.
“Kester! That’s enough!” one barked in a deep voice.
“He said he said- I tried to explain, but my voice cracked. It sounded like I was crying,
I was still kicking, my legs flailing in the air, my fists trying to punch whatever they could reach. but wasn’t. Or maybe I was.
Troy was on the floor. Covered in blood. His friends were crying. Some girls had already run pale. out of the class. The teacher looked
Everyone looked at me like I was the monster here.
I looked down at my hands.
They were red.
So red,
And shaking.
I didn’t know what just happened.
And still, under all that noise, I only heard one thing:
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