Four days later, it was Saturday. Kurtis was sat on his bed, his injuries hadn't gotten any better, fortunately, the pain Killers were doing an excellent job. He could move his body well enough and although it would still cause him pain, it was significantly less that before. His nose however was still unusable, he had to breath through his mouth most of the time and whenever he sneezed it hurt like hell, he couldn't move his arm as it was in a cast and his rib was still broken, so taking deep breaths was just as painful as having his chest hammered on.
His injuries however, were the last things on his mind right now. He was stressing -badly. He was contemplating whether to adhere to his word and confront Joden, Blaise and there lackeys at Braunsbury Park. Quite simply put, it was a trap. Attending would be like committing suicide. At this point Joden had already told the whole group chat about their meet up, although he had claimed that it would still be a one on one but with spectators, Kurtis understandably did not believe him at all.
He had experienced enough years of bullying from Joden and his followers to know how they operated, defeating Joden in a one on one was already nigh impossible already but even in the slim chance that he did come out the Victor, he most definitely would not come out unscathed and would definitely be out of breath and knackered.
The chances of the spectators standing complacently still and watching their leader(and supposed friend) get beaten were almost zero, they would get revenge for him without delay and jump Kurtis.
Even in the most likely case that he lost, even if he was already bleeding and even more injured, they would still jump in and kick him half to death.
Either way he wasn't coming out of the ordeal without even more injuries and renewed pain.
On the other hand the situation had escalated to the point where there were so many people involved that if he didn't show up they would all be enraged. They would then all buy eggs and collect bricks to throw at his house.
He could tell his mum and let them all be caught on the numerous cameras on their street but as said before, it would not solve anything and instead make things worse. Even if they somehow managed to intimidate the bullies into stopping and the bullying did stop, no one liked a snitch and his being one would strike hatred and disgust into the hearts of the other students and they would avoid him like the plague, leaving him friendless and lonely.
In retrospect that was the best option, better to be friendless and lonely rather than friendless, lonely and constantly bullied right? Not for Kurtis, to him there would be no point in the bullying ending if it meant he would still have no friends to enjoy life with.
Despite the multiple years of exploitation, bullying and ostracization, Kurtis still dreamed of one day having friends he can trust. People he got along with ,with whom he could laugh, cry, have fun and possibly even suffer with. None of that would be achieved if he went through with that plan.
It was a lose - lose situation with no way out.
Of course there was all of that to think about as well, but most importantly, Kurtis was scared. He was already really injured and could barely run, the thought of having to fight a battle he was already destined to lose in this state caused him to be plagued by a cold sweat and his legs to tremble uncontrollably.
Four hours passed and it was now 15:00, exactly one hour before their agreed meet up time, Kurtis was dressed in a grey Nike tech tracksuit (size Large) and black Nike 95's shoes. He wore clothes he could afford to lose, was carrying no money and decided to leave his phone behind because he knew that after his imminent defeat they would definitely waste no time ransacking him and stealing all his stuff.
Despite being physically prepared and ready to go (getting there would take around 30 minutes by bus), mentally he was cowering. He was still shaking with fear, his mind desperately trying to find an alternative way out.
20 minutes before meeting time Kurtis was still sat on his bed, he had been unable to find the courage needed to go. He knew that if he ordered an Uber he could probably make it just in time but he didn't want to. He sat there feeling pathetic, tears of fear forming in his eyes as he thought about what would probably happen soon after the agreed time had passed and they realised he wasn't going to make an appearance.
16:03. The time had already arrived and passed ,with it a notification from his phone, alerting him to messages he had received from Blaise, Joden ,Bella and many much more insignificant people. All of them probably asking the same things.
Had he chickened out? Yes, yes he had. Was he a p*ssy? Yes, yes he was. Where was he and what was he doing? He was sitting on a stool in a corner of his room, the wall with the door on his right and the wall with the large poster and the bathroom doors to his left. He was trembling in fear, nervousness and anticipation while closely watching the window above his bed. He was waiting for when the eggs would start splattering the window and bricks would smash straight through it.
He only had to wait forty minutes before he heard rustling noises and voices outside. Suddenly *SPLAT* *THUMP* *SPLAT * *SPLAT* *THUMP*. Eggs began raining down on the house, staining the dark blue painted exterior yellow with runny yolk and creating darker patches in places where the egg White had landed.
This continued for a long while before Kurtis heard Joden's muffled voice say " you sure that window leads to his room?"
"Yh I'm positive " answered Blaise's Jarring voice
"Okay"
Kurtis' face paled, his already large eyes widened in confusion. He had expected that his window would be targeted since it was at the front of the house in direct line of fire but he had never let Blaise into his room since moving in two years ago so couldn't understand how he had known.
There was an eerie silence that followed. It was no longer than 15 seconds but to Kurtis it felt like 2 hours as he prepared for the brick to soar through his window.
Sure enough the silence was interrupted by an extremely loud crash as a red brick flew right through the glass, taking with it a large chunk of the glass before landing with a dull thud on the bed. If Kurtis hadn't chosen to get as far away from the window as possible and was lying on his bed he would have suffered a hefty head injury.
The assailants probably hadn't intended to injure him to that extent or cause potential brain damage but they hadn't thought about that and their actions could easily have resulted in exactly that and maybe worse.
The onslaught continued but this time with a lot more bricks. Eggs splattered harmlessly but messily against the windows and walls while three more bricks found their way onto his bed ,taking with them the remnants of the window as more bricks shattered other windows.
This went on for a lot while longer before Kurtis heard a familiar engine and exhaust.
Outside, a dark red Range Rover was pulling into the drive way. It parked and the door opened, out came a slender woman in a dark blue office suit, the tight knee length skirt and slim fit shirt and blazer doing an excellent job in accentuating her ample curves.
"Hey! What do u think your doing? Scoundrels!" Screamed Kurtis' mum, her face reddening and her eyebrows knitting if rage.
Bella had already made her escape followed by her followers as soon as she had seen the car come into view from a distance, opting to tell no one and securing her own safety. Those who had noticed had followed suit and the only ones remaining were the ones that were too busy throwing to notice amounting to around 19 of the original 46.
They were all now frozen mid throw. As she approached she whipped out her phone, no doubt calling the police, seeing her do this sent waves of panic throughout the remaining few, they suddenly remembered the multiple cameras in the area including the ones on the house they had foolishly left untouched which were probably recording this whole ordeal.
Fortunately they had taken the initiative to wear masks ,however they doubted it would matter after an extensive investigation and the pestering of a really good lawyer being hired by an infuriated rich woman. None of them wanted to get arrested, a lot of them were only here in hopes of entertainment and of being more involved and liked. Panicking, they hastily began to run away.
Blaise was already running, he was not waiting around for his aunt to notice him, he turned around to check where Joden was in time to see his friend grab a brick and dash it with all his might at Kurtis' mum.
Joden had panicked and in the heat of the moment had lost all reasoning. All he could think about was his anger and envy toward Kurtis, and here screaming at him, threatening him while dialling the police was Kurtis' mum. The reason behind his wealth, his hardworking and annoyingly persistent nature and most importantly, his whole existence. In that frame of mind he didn't need to think twice, he had turned around, seized a brick from one of the bags they had brought with them and before anyone could stop him.
Not waiting to see it hit his mark he made his getaway, but not before hearing a feminine howl of pain. Being the natural athlete he was he caught up to ,a shocked and horrified, with a glint of anger in his eyes ,Blaise easily. Despite looking at him like that Blaise didn't say anything as they both focused on getting away.
Kurtis ,who was still sat in the corner of his room, had heard the scream of pain from his mum and having turned pale rushed to the broken window as fast as his injured body would allow him. When he got there, ignoring the sharp shards of glass on the window frame, he leaned over it only to see his mum in the driveway on the floor faced down. Blood slowly trickling from her body as she whimpered slowly in pain.
Kurtis wasted no time rushing out the door taking his phone with him as he made his way along the landing ,down the stairs , through the entrance hall and out the front door. All while screaming "Mum!" "Mum!" And calling an ambulance.
He remembered thinking to himself 'how has the situation gone from petty and stupid bullying to this?' As he approached his mums shaking body.