Chapter 315
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.
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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.
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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
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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:
