The school bell rang signaling our freedom as kids were rushing towards their lockers the hallways became a battleground where I found myself struggling to just stay upright I was jostled around roughly and found myself shoved against a door and decided to force it open just for a blessed second to breath.
Falling forward I found it was an empty classroom but a small one at that maybe for a more minuscule class like ... i don't know foreign language or theater something where budget cuts were not friendly.
I took a deep breath in and out as I waltzed towards the small window it had maybe a 2 feet wide, not much as I got lost in thought I didn't hear the door open and shut quietly or the muffled footsteps trying to stay hidden.
I felt a blinding pain square in the center of my back at the same time a rough hand slipped around my mouth and pressed so hard that it yanked me backwards as my knees buckled I felt myself looking up at the face of Dylan who was smiling right behind me with his disgusting meaty hand over my mouth as Sam was right behind him with a metal pole that looked like a broken desk leg.
I glared up at them not showing any fear I put down my mental wall and detached mentally, only reacted no thought.
"Should of left Fang alone, might have been nice to ya." said Sam in what was probably suppose to be a threatening voice I chuckled not because I found them amusing but purely because it would piss them off, I'm good like that.
Dylan wrapped his hands under my shoulders picking me up he and folded his hands together behind my head to hold me in place Sam raised the metal pole as far back as he could swinging it forward like a professional baseball player it made contact with my stomach like a ton of bricks but I kept my face impassive but as he pulled back a second time I swung my head back as hard as I could as I yanked my arms down simultaneously making his hands remove themselves from behind me as my head broke through that small gap and smashing his perfect nose into his arrogant face.
He took three giant steps back trying to muffle his own screams to not be so loud as to be heard but Sam was already coming forward with his next swing which caught me square in the middle of my back causing me to fall in a useless heap on the ground as I put my arm to my back it felt ..wet? I pulled my hand back and saw deep crimson covering my hand *thwack* pain exploded as the pole made contact with the same wound my flesh tearing open as I realized it was the scar from the knife.
I wish I could say I mentally pep talked myself into getting back up but no I instead decided to be unique and roar ... ferociously I might add.
As I roared as I jumped at Sam but he grabbed me by the wrist twisting it so I had to bend on a knee in front of him or my wrist would pop. He released me and I rolled but not fast enough, his pole hit its same mark for the third time and I went down and I didn't know if I could get back up.
I dug the heel of my hand into the rough textured carpet and curled my fingers into it to form a fist, wasting no time he swung down two more times on the same mark that started to drip down a steady stream of blood I watched the carpet soak it up like the desert sand leaving no trace except for the deep crimson red that glistened in the strips of light seeping through the blinds on the window trying but failing to keep out any sunlight or warmth in this soul sucking hell we call school.
I refused to have every single person think they could just beat me down and I would give up because of pain, psshh pain I was use to, hell pain I could almost control I could choose when to feel it and when to block it out, I refused to let it consume me and make me lay on the floor taking my beating like a dog and do nothing about it, I had enough of that at home.
I ignored all the pain in my body and swung my legs to the side kicking him right behind his ankles sending him stumbling to the floor from there I grabbed the metal pole but he didn't loosen his grip on it so with an end in both our hands I straddled him and put my other hand over his on the other end of the pole I then used all my body weight to push it down his eyes grew wide as he realized what I intended to do he pushed back but his hands were shaking with the effort the pole was getting closer and closer to his neck I looked down smiled, not a smile of joy but of malice, I wanted to see him hurt and I hated that I wanted that, is this how my dad feels?
In my moment of revelation he bucked his hips and rolled so he was on top of me I tried to gather my energy to push up but I felt myself already tiring from this fight with each second I went down an inch closer and closer to my neck and he seemed to realize my weakness because he seemed to be more cocky but there was nothing I could do about his arrogance, he leaned his head down and kissed me,.
My body went into panic mode and froze I could feel Terry, his hands trailing up my my body a choked sob charged out of my body suddenly I hated that I couldn't stop the feelings taking over my mind, I couldn't block them like I could pain they crept into every fiber of my being trickling into my crevices most hidden and they all screamed for action, RUN!
Fangs POV
It had been 20 minutes Max has kept us waiting outside of school, let me repeat it has been 20 frickin minute I have been Abandoned out here with just Iggy!
"..and that definitely cleared the room!" followed by the most obnoxious laughter I have EVER heard. "Oh my god Iggy shut the hell up!" I decided to start looking for Max instead of leaning against this damn wall listening to his damn non stop noise, but low and behold here he comes now to tag along like a lost puppy.
"Hey where we going huh? Oh are we going to look for Max because you're all impatient and can't just give a girl a sec!" I jerked to a stop and turned to glare at him refusing to hold back my anger "You want to follow fine, but shut up and I damn well mean it! Not A Word." I turned back to my original path and kept walking reveling in the silence until I believe I heard, was that a ... roar?
I broke out in a dead sprint because I knew that roar it has actually been directed at me a time or two. I was near her I could feel it I just didn't know where so every door I passed I yanked open and flew to the next to find them all empty so far but I was nearing the end of the hallway it had to be close.
Grabbing and twisting with force another door my eyes grew large at the scene before me I saw a hysterical Dylan clutching his face rocking back and forth cursing under his breath, then I looked over and felt my mind block out everything else other then Sam's face forcefully penetrating Max's quivering lips, I saw her struggling but this wasn't her best, then I saw the color that would forever stain this carpet and understood, she needs help, Max needs help ... I need to do something DO something DO SOMETHING!
I saw myself walking towards Sam but I wasn't in control I didn't try to stop it but I just watched as a passerby, an observer of my own body as I silently appeared behind Sam I grabbed his shoulder and ripped him off and threw his with as much force as I could, he rolled three times before I stopped him by wrapping my hand around his throat and raised my hand so he was dangling in my hand until his feet couldn't reach the ground he tried flailing around then he tried prying my finger off but I didn't budge, being fueled by rage I didn't feel me tiring or letting him go any time soon.
His struggling started to lessen then his eye lids started to flutter before I felt me being shook back and forth by the front of my jacket and a sound but I couldn't make it out I was too focused, too completely enraged. The sound I heard sounded stronger but like it was being screamed underwater, it was muffled but the less I focused on Sam's piece of shit face the more I could hear the sound and everything else around me started to come into focus like I was coming out of a trance.
"Get your shit together and fucking help Max already!" I stopped everything and focused on his words then forced my head to look away from Sam and focus on Max who was propelling herself backwards with her hands and feet scrambling away, but from what? I took out the danger ... unless now she was scared of me I felt stuck should I reach out to her or should I stay where I am to not frighten her, I figured I would do something that I'm awful at, like using my words.
"I ummm I'm sorry I was just .." I looked back at Sams body that I had dropped in a heap on the floor but I could tell he was still breathing ... unfortunately " trying to help." I breathed out scared to look at her.
I heard her stop trying to get away and dared a look at her she stopped because she was backed up tight against a wall but her breathing was becoming less panicked but still irregular then I remembered the blood I snapped my head straight to her stomach that was facing me and saw it was drenched I ran towards her and stretched my hands out to try and feel for the wound through the clothes but she screamed her panic coming back.
"NO, please just, i-it's-s not you b-but please just n-no touching!" as her back was pressed firmly into the wall again but it comforted me to know it wasn't because of me but because of the actions of that stupid boy. Even so I in no way thought her behavior was unnecessary but why was she acting this way from a kiss, it had been just a kiss right?
"What in the hell?" came a voice from the doorway we turned our heads to see the principal standing there with the nurse and Iggy, a wave of guilt hit me as I just noticed I never saw him leave or that I didn't think of getting help sooner like him, stupid Fang stupid, stupid, stupid.
The principal looked at a loss for word looking at the blood stained room and the destroyed property around us I struggled to look for words that could help explain, well anything really but Dylan finally stopped crying like a pathetic wimp and was grabbing at the nurses hand repeatedly stuttering "Oh thank God you'r here they jumped me and poor Sam we were defenseless against all three of them you should have seen the brutality, she broke my nose look!" he pointed a shaking finger at Max and pleaded with his eyes at the Nurse to believe him.
"You little lying ingrate that's not what happened you are the ones who." Iggy was cut off by the principle who looked red as a tomato and about to explode with stress "All of you come with me I don't need any explanations we have heard students smoke in here so we have set up cameras now if you're hurt go with the nurse now if you are fine you will accompany me to the office to watch exactly what the hell just happened in here and I promise you there will be consequences for whoever is responsible."
I breathed a sigh of relief I knew I might get in a little trouble for taking it to far with Sam but I was ok with that once he saw how much they hurt Max I was guaranteed to get a slap on the wrist, she was still bleeding for God sake. Dylan hung his head and walked with Iggy to the office I asked the nurse if she needed help moving Sam and Max she smiled warmly at me "If you could please I would be gratefully but then you have to join the others in the office." I nodded then a wave of anger swept over me as I realized I would have to carry Sam but at least I could walk with Max to the nurses office.
I heaved Sam carelessly over my shoulder and I wanted to 'accidentally' run him into the door frame a couple times but then unexpectedly Max's hand wove into mine gentle and comfortably cold, it was so soft and un-callused these hands shouldn't have to know pain, or hardships.
I looked up surprised but kept my face impassive and looked at her face as she softly blushed but maybe it was smeared blood? "Thank you" she whispered so softly I was scared I just imagined it.
"You look like you could handle yourself in a fight so how does Terry have control over you and Iggy?" she rushed out the question and looked ashamed that she asked it but I understood it was just a simple question out of curiosity "He likes to cause pain differently, he likes injecting only God knows what into us and as we lay withering in pain he 'documents' the side effects. I hope you never experience his kind of sick sadistic torture." I looked in her eyes as I said the last part and I saw terror in her eyes but I have seen her look her father in the eyes after he fucking whipped her and she looked pissed off and determined but not scared, so why did this scare her but as I continued to look at her I saw her try to hide the look but not before I saw that it was the same look she had in the music room backed up against the wall.
"Max why did that scare you?" I wanted to hit myself for being so damn bunt "Do needles scare you?" I felt like I was handing her an excuse an escape route to not have to talk about this but she looked back up into my eyes as we finally reached the nurses office "Hey Fang can I confess something to you?" I was taken back but was thrilled she decided to trust me enough to tell me anything really "I have had two men kiss me but I have never kissed a man before, does that make sense? I use to look forward to my first kiss and then it was forced on me and now that will forever be my first kiss." she looked like she was staring at something off in the distance then she cupped my face with her soft cold hand and leaned forward I couldn't have prepared for how perfect her lips tasted or how it drove me crazy when she pulled away she let out a soft breath that danced across my lips like fall leaves dancing in the wind drying the slight moisture that remained from her kiss that tasted like hot chocolate powder premixed and slight peppermint, it was bliss just pure and simple perfect bliss.
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