Page 153 of Satan's Spawn
Her face contorts into a wicked scowl. “How does it feel knowing every guy in your life can’t stand to have you around?” She frowns. “I mean, even your own Daddy dropped dead to get away from you.”
The roar forcing its way up my chest is unrecognizable as I charge for Alexis, tackling her onto the floor.
She screeches beneath me, shielding herself with her forearms as I offer blow after blow to her face.
I pull her hair, slap her, do whatever I can to release this inferno blazing inside me.
How fucking dare she bring up my Dad.
“Get this bitch off me!” She shrieks, but most of her friends are too in shock to try, and Annalie, who finally attempts to help Alexis, has just realized I’m an immovable object.
“I can’t get her off!” She shouts, right before the sound of a body slamming into a locker rings through the room. Followed by Annalie shouting for someone to get Hendrix off her.
I’m not surprised, Hendrix has been waiting with bated breath for this moment.
“If you ever,” my palm connects with her cheek with a loud thwack, “ever,” I repeat, “speak a word about my father again I’ll fucking kill you!”
Two years worth of grief tears through me like a wrecking ball, and my cheeks stain with uncontrollable tears.
It’s like losing him all over again.
My vision goes hazy, everything around me fading to black as I continue my assault on Alexis, and I don’t realize my hands are around her throat until Hendrix is prying them off her.
“Alright, Bee, you made your point!” She yells, making me blink away my second fog.
Alexis is crying beneath me, like the petulant child she is, and I climb off her with wobbly legs before Hendrix drags me out of the locker room.
“Holy shit!” Hendrix jumps up and down with adrenaline. “I can’t believe you just fucked that bitch up.”
I did what?
“Huh?” I turn her way, still a bit hazy.
“Bex! You just beat the heck out of that thunder cunt! And I finally got to coldcock that fat shaming skank Annalie.”
I look down at my hands, which are blotchy and red and streaked with Alexis’ pink lip gloss.
Satisfaction washes over me as I flex my knuckles, but it’s quickly replaced with remorse for what I’ve done.
Since when do I wake up and choose violence?
I’m unrecognizable, and as much as I enjoyed giving Alexis what I know she deserves, I can’t shake this feeling that the people in this school are changing me.
And not for the better.
* * *
“What’s up, California?”Riggs drops into the seat next to me, wiggling his eyebrows. “I heard it’s been quite the exciting day for you.”
I’m sitting across the table from Hendrix and Archer, who still share polar opposite opinions about the brawl that took place in the girls locker room.
Hendrix is ecstatic.
Archer, not so much. Since apparently Alexis’ family is known to be bad news. You know, exactly like ninety-eight percent of the population at this school.
“It’s been a day, that’s for sure…” I stir my chicken soup, which I didn’t even really want, and add, “one I’m not entirely proud of.”
He waves me off. “Oh, please, you just had the balls to do what eighty-five percent of the school population wishes they could. Alexis is a spoiled cunt, the people will thank you for it, trust me.”
