Page 11 of The Threads Of Fate
I’m not even sitting down outside the principal's office yet, and he's already opening the door. You can see the light reflecting on his bald head, and no matter how hard he tries to tuck in his shirt, the moment he moves his beer belly, it will loosen again.
“Ah, if it isn’t little Miss Jonesy. I just had a call from Reese, and you are in big trouble.” He moves to the front of the door, pointing his hand towards his desk. I sigh and walk inside, trying not to gag from the smell of sweat that seems to be floating around him. Quietly, I sit down on the very uncomfortable chair before his desk. He slams the door shut and sits angrily in his chair, his hands drumming on the desk while he waits for me to start the conversation, but why would I? I didn’t do anything wrong.
“I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but beating up another classmate is not how we deal with this!”
“But I—”, before I can even make a word out, he’s already cutting it short, shouting at me. “I don’t care what you have to say! There isNOTHING! DO YOU HEAR ME? NOTHING!That can talk you out of this!” His spit is sprinkling his desk, and I am moving my chair backwards, hoping it won't rain down on me,too. His face is all red and ugly from how angry he is, and little does he know, I’m mad too.
“So what, I’m supposed to just be okay with being bullied, pulled at, and attacked? But the moment I defend myself, it’s a problem?!” I tell him with more volume in my tone. I don’t like shouting, it’s all my parents ever do, but these days I feel like it’s the only way to make people hear me. Principal Carter sighs and sits back down again, his hand going through his hair.
“Look, kid, I get it. I lost count of the number of times I wanted to slap one of my bullies, but violence is not the answer. Do you know why people bully others?”
I mentally roll my eyes at his question. Does he seriously think I’m just supposed to be putting up with it because he’s a coward?
“Other people's troubles are not an excuse to hurt others,” I angrily tell him. He nods his head a few times and types something on his computer.
“I should suspend you for this, but I have been made aware of the bullying, so I will give you three detentions for a week.” Is he fucking kidding me?!
“And… I will have to call your dad.” There’s a twinge of anxiety that shoots up the moment he mentions my father; he’s going to lose it, and I’ll be in bigger trouble than just getting detention.
???
School is almost over, and the missed calls and text messages I’ve been receiving from my dad have left me spending the rest of the day on edge, worried about what he might do this time. I haven’t opened any of them yet because I don’t think I can handle them right now. I already have detention now, togetherwith Stephanie and her boyfriend, Mike, who probably got into it with a teacher again.
I’m not even fully inside yet, and I can already feel those two glaring at me. I try to hold my laugh, seeing a bruise shining on Stephanie’s jaw. I heard someone say that Tess needed stitches, but clearly that's just an exaggeration since she looked just fine to me when I left. Well, fine enough. She had it coming.
“If it isn’t the little freak, do you get off on beating innocent people into the hospital?” Mike baits me. If he thinks I’m going to play this stupid game of his, he’s got another thing coming.
“Okay, everyone, enough! I’m putting the timer on. I do not want to hear anything from anyone for the next hour. After that, you are no longer my problem and can figure it out,” the teacher says.
The hour goes by faster than I thought it would. I guess there’s something nice about sitting in silence, being alone with your thoughts. Nothing bad happened either, besides some glares. The moment the alarm goes off, we all grab our stuff and start walking out. By the time I open the door, I see both of them standing in the school parking lot– I knew I had jinxed it.
“You are a sick freak, you know that?” Stephanie glares at me, Mike laughing next to her.
“She had it coming, you think you are so high and mighty, bullying people just to make yourself feel better about your own miserable existence,” I shout back at her, my courage trying to show itself. Her eyes widen a little, and her teeth are grinding on each other now.
“Come on, babe, let’s teach this bitch a lesson,” Mike laughs out, walking closer to me. There’s a spike in my heartbeat, and I take a step backwards, but the moment my back hits the closed door, I know I’m done for.
I see movement behind them, and the breath I thought I was holding finally comes out when I see Corvin coming up.
“You don’t know how glad I am to see you.” I laugh. Stephanie and Mike look behind them and back to me–there’s clear confusion on their faces, and Mike lets out a vile laugh again.
“I told you she was crazy,” Stephanie says, while laughing with him. I don’t know what they are on about, but Corvin comes closer and throws a knife at me. I grab it quickly and advance towards Stephanie while Corvin goes to Mike; at least now it’s a fair fight.
Stephanie’s eyes widen the moment she sees the knife, and there’s something alongside fear flashing in her eyes.
“What the fuck is wrong with you? Stop singing!” Stephanie’s voice is now filled with fear. I can feel it all radiating from her; her body is shaking, and she is clenching her hands into nervous fists.
“Don’t move, babe, I’ll get her,” Mike shouts over, trying to advance on me, but he’s too slow. Corvin is faster, and the moment he grabs Mike, he throws him onto the floor. Stephanie is staring in fear and shock, her mouth wide open as Corvin grabs his hunting knife and starts to stab Mike repeatedly. Mike is shaking and bleeding, his breaths come out heavy and laboured – there’s a wheezing sound coming from him too, which means Corvin hit his lungs and he’s probably drowning in his own blood now. There’s blood coming from Mike’s lips; he starts sputtering out the blood, showing that it won’t be long anymore, but Corvin doesn’t care and starts to unbutton Mike’s pants, taking out his limp dick and cutting it loose from his body. Mike is trying to scream out, but because of the blood he is choking on, it sounds more like a gurgle than a scream.
“You clearly don’t need this since a real man doesn’t go attacking women.” Corvin laughs and then stuffs the cut-out dick into Mike’s mouth. Stephanie is screaming now, tears and snot dripping down her face. I move towards her, and in her shock, she doesn’t notice me until it’s too late.
I grab her hair and move my knife swiftly, the cold, sharp end cutting through the smooth skin of her neck in one clear line. She tries to wiggle free, but I only let her go the moment blood starts to spurt out. I hit her jugular vein so she’ll bleed out fast, maybe too fast for my liking, but I just want to get over all of this. I'm so tired of all the suffering I have to go through, of being told I’m not good enough, of being constantly hurt by others. I never asked for any of this, and I don’t deserve to be treated like trash by everyone. But not anymore, Corvin showed me that I am worth so much more than that life. I will never let anyone make me feel less than myself again.
I move away from the bodies, Corvin walks over to me to see if I’m okay, and gives me a quick kiss, telling me how proud he is of me. He walks to his car and grabs some bags to help me clean up the mess. Once the bodies are in his car, I notice that Corvin has placed Seraphina in the backseat before getting into the passenger seat.
“What is she doing here?” I asked him with a smile on my face.
“I thought you could use the comfort,” he smiles back at me.
