I managed to hack into the school files and find out everything the school has on Mr. Jack Baker. His age, full name, parents, address, schedule. All of it.

Turns out, right now he's in room 120.

I whistle as I roam the hallways. I run into a few other students, but no one says hi or smiles at me. Not surprising, the whole fake gun thing got out, now people never messed with me. Or Eliza. I don't care They leave me and her alone, so now we only have each other. Things are better that way.

I stop my merry tune when I'm outside room 120. I open the door, scanning the room. Somewhere in here was an asshole who hurt the most innocent thing in the world. I hand the teacher the fake slip that I made. She calls him up.

"Come on," I say as we exit the room. We walk towards the exit of the school. The idiot doesn't notice, of course. He's too busy trying to strike up conversation with me.

"So, do you know why they need me?"

"No."

"Oh. What's being an office aid like?"

"Shitty."

"Why are we going-"

I turn on my heals and give him my darkest glare. "Shut up, Baker," I growl.

He does, thank god.

When the exit is in sight, Jack realizes I'm trying to get him off school grounds. "Woah, where are we going?"

"It doesn't matter."

Jack stops. "Yes it does."

I roll my eyes. Wow, does he have to be a pain in the ass? "You come with me, or I pull out my switchblade."

The color drains from Jack's face, and I can't help but smile. "Come on, let's go." I start to move again, and, lucky for him, he follows me.

Once we're off school grounds, I find a nice back alley that no one was hanging around. "Let's go," I tell him as I start to walk down it.

"What are we doing?" Jack whimpers.

"Move it, bitch." I growl at him. My anger pumped through my veins, and I was completely blinded by rage. This dick hurt my Eliza. Traumatized her. He was going to pay.

"But-"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" I roar. I pull out my switchblade and shove him against the wall.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Jack cries when he sees my knife.

"How many girls?" I sneer, putting the knife next to his face.

"What?"

"How many girls have you abused, or raped, or whatever the fuck you do? Huh? HOW MANY, BAKER?" I scream. I can see the fear in his eyes, and I can feel myself smiling. Almost poetic how much I relate to the character I play onstage.

Jack cries in my grip, paralyzed by the knife next to his face. "A lot, okay?" he sobbed. "I've done it a lot!"

I laugh cruelly. "Of course you fuking have, you dick!" I throw him onto the ground and kick his stomach continually. I relish in all of the sounds of pain he makes with each strike. I pull him up by his hair and make him look me in the eyes. The I poke his eyes, hard. He cries in pain as I grab his arm and in one swift movement, break the bone in two.

He screams so loud I have to cover his mouth. When he's slightly calmed down I whisper into his ear, "I will put you into unimaginable pain right now. Or, you can go to the police. Right now. In a phone call, tell them about how you raped many girls. Confess. Get in jail. If you tell anyone about this, I will find you and kill you. Or your parents. Oh, your cute little sister, that'd be a shame."

"Please," Jack whimpers. "I'll tell the police. Just don't hurt them."

"Good boy." I take out my phone, dial 911, and hand it to him. "If you mention me, I will slit your throat without a second thought."