Chapter 3. Losing control
I remember when I was just a little kid my mother used to tell me that the world was a cruel and unforgiving place. I didn't know what she meant back then, but now I understand.
I wanted to protect Rachel, but I never got the chance. Now I'm going to do what she would want me to do if she were still here. I'm no longer going to watch the innocent get picked on. From now on, I'm standing up for them and taking down the bullies that torture them.
But I want the bully who took the love of my life away. I want revenge. And I will get it even if it kills me.
"YOU!" Parker got up quickly, wiping away the blood from the corner of his mouth as he glared at his opponent, Casey Harris, who had his fists up and his fighting stance ready.
The crowd of onlookers cheered as he lunged towards the jock. Nobody really expected the fight and they didn't really know how it started. But none the less, they enjoyed every minute of it. Fights were just ways for students to spread rumors around the school. Nothing more but exciting lies that could ruin someone elses life.
Parker was a trained boxer so it was no surprise that he would end up as the victor of the battle. This all changed when someone behind them shouted, "Hang on! Here comes the big guns!"
Kirby Olsen. A small brown-haired jock who was loved and feared by many students at Bullworth Academy.
He jumped on the prep's back and clung to him tight until they both tumbled slowly to the concrete with a crash. Kirby was the first to get to his feet. He hauled Parker up by his expensive clothes and gave a powerful sock to his stomach.
Those who had witnessed this all winced as though they were feeling the pain that was clearly etched on the prep's face.
Parker fell to his knees, clutching his stomach in agony. His head started throbbing. The world around him was spinning faster and faster. Then, the fire building inside him grew as he looked up at the jock.
Kirby changed from a blurry imaged short brown-haired boy to a tall brown-haired boy with a black leather jacket. He let out a booming laugh, saying, "What's the matter? The baby can't fight anymore?"
Parker's eyes narrowed. His fists and teeth clinched in anger as he stood up, swaying a little as he did. He heard someone through the crowd call his name, but he ignored this and kept walking towards Kirby.
Rage was building up with every step. Then he lost control.
Parker shouted, "You bastard!" before punching him with all his might. Kirby's head snapped back. Blood sputtered from his mouth.
The crowds cheers turned into shrieks of fear. What seemed like a regular schoolyard fight was now turning into a serious match to the death. They looked on in horror as he grabbed the jock's brown hair and dragged him over to the Bullworth fountain.
"Stop! Parker, that's enough!" Tad's voice came from the crowd. And sure enough, the amber-haired boy was already pushing his way through, trying to end the battle once and for all.
"Parker! I said, stop!"
But Tad's shouts were drowned out by the hatred filling up his thoughts. Parker pushed Kirby forward and forced his head under the merky water. The boy struggled, but in vain. He malicious smile formed on the prep's lips. He was getting revenge. He was doing it for Rachel. She would be so proud if she saw him right now. Or so he thought.
"You won't do it again will you, you bastard! You won't kill her!" he shouted.
A manic gleam showed in his eyes. Kirby's arms were waving wildly. Tad grabbed his companion's shoulders, trying to snap him out of his crazy faze.
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Tad snarled, shaking him roughly.
Parker shoved him away and tried to grab Kirby again, but Vance quickly took him by the arms and held him back.
"Okay, prep. I don't know what the hell is up, but this is stoppin right now."
The punch to his stomach was hard. It knocked the wind out of him and Parker collasped with a groan. He felt dizzy. And the worst part was that the punch came from his best friend. Tad rushed over to his aid. He knelt down beside him and started shaking him.
"Parker, are you okay?"
The black-haired boy's eyes were glazed over. He was motionless. His hands shook as he glanced at Kirby, who had been pulled out of the water and was now unconscious. Parker didn't bother to make eye contact with anyone. He didn't remember anything. He looked up at Tad and said, "What happened?"
Tad froze. Something was wrong.
"Parker, you hurt Kirby! You bastard!" Christy shouted, storming towards the two boys, but was saved the trouble when a prefect immediately arrived on the scene.
Unfortunately, it was Seth Kolbe, the meanest prefect of all.
"What's going on here?!" he barked.
Everyone's eyes moved to Parker, who turned whiter than a sheet as he watched Vance take Kirby to the nurses office. His mouth was gushing out with blood.
"You're coming with me now, evildoer."
The prefect stepped forward, but Parker was up on his feet faster than anyone could blink. With that, the prep turned on his heels and ran off.
"Parker!" Tad shouted running after his friend as fast as he could.
Parker didn't bother looking back. He just kept running. Running until he was nowhere near the school. Until he could forget everyone around him. If only Rachel were here. She was the only one who knew how he felt. She was the only one who could control him. But now that she was gone, who was going to save him from hurting other people including Johnny Vincent? Or hurting himself?
End of Chapter 3
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