The next day after school, I received a call saying someone had taken Oliver hostage, the voice of him screaming in the back of the call.
I was way too careless about protecting my friend… I didn't think they would go that far but in hindsight, I should have seen it coming... they were all crazy...
And, like the absolute idiot I am, I decided to be the tough guy and go save him all by myself.
I did beat up the entire school all by myself after all— so what could go wrong?
I was partly right but oh so wrong.
I showed up in a warehouse where they had taken him.
It was four little kids, the result of yesterday's battle still visible on their faces of madness. Oliver was in the corner, tied up with a bag over his head, screaming in a muffled voice, one of the boys standing next to him with a knife hovering over his throat.
