Staring at the scene in front of me, I can't help but crack a little smile.
The group of bullies that numbered about twelve people were slowly by slowly getting outnumbered and outpowered by the angry mob that currently surrounds them.
Audible sounds like screaming people getting beaten up and stomped to the ground instantly filled everyone's ears.
Looking around over the chaotic situation around me, I spot one of the bullies, his name is Roland?...was it? I don't know, he was trying to blend in the crowd and escape scot free.
Going anywhere, friend?
I immediately rushed and chased after him.
Pushing and shoving people I came across with that might hinder my progress in chasing after the guy, I finally arrived at an open view where that person is currently at.
Now I can chase after him properly.
Glancing around, I can see people who hadn't participated in the brawl watching from the sidelines, some even had their phones out to record everything.
I then raised my hood up just in time to avoid a person's camera directed towards me.
F*cking ignorant bastards.
As we ran across the cafeteria, the guy slightly turned his head around to find out who was chasing after him, and when he saw it was me, he smiled and stopped in his tracks.
Idiot.
He tried to get on a fighting stance, but what I did immediately destroyed his expectations.
I removed the bag from my back and threw it in his face.
Effectively knocking him back a little and sealing his vision.
"Albert, you bastard!" He yelled as I closed in towards him.
When the bag is on the floor, I was already inches away from his face.
"W-Wha-" my punch to his nose immediately cuts his sentences off.
Ow, that hurts!
While he flew and tumbled onto the floor below, I can see my knuckles going red because of the punch earlier.
I better start practicing how to fight from now on.
Walking towards the downed man, I can already see blood flowing out from his mouth and... nose? oh shit, I broke his nose!
"Y-You f*cking little..." he tried to stand up, but a punch to his face quickly gets him down.
"Shitty bastard!" I said as I stared him down from above.
Kneeling down, I grabbed his collar, making him face towards me.
Pulling my arms back, I delivered another punch to his left eye.
"Aagh!" he groaned in pain as he covered his swelling left eye.
I'm not done yet!
Pulling my arms back, I then again delivered another punch to his right cheek, splattering a few teeth on the ground below.
After a dozen more punches, he was already out cold, his messy and bloodied body lying in the floor below.
At that, I just noticed one of the main doors leading inside of the cafeteria suddenly bursts open, and in came teachers along with the school's security guard.
"Everyone stop!"
"For the love of god, stop this madness!"
Teachers forcefully tried to separate the two groups of students from each other.
Ah shit, I got to get out of here.
Picking up my bag on the floor and slinging it on my back, I began to make a run towards the school's main hallway.
Already, I can see a crowd of students peeking through the door's window, curious about what's happening inside.
Seeing me walking towards them, they immediately make way for me and opened the door.
I don't know why they did that, it's probably because of the dripping blood from my palms and the stains of blood in my jacket, either way, I really don't give a shit about what they think of me right now.
Passing through the crowd of students who still kept their eyes glued on me, I began walking down the hallway.
After a few minutes of walking, I can already see few dispatched officers and paramedics inside the school, walking towards the direction of where the fight is.
And to go towards that direction, they have to pass the area I'm currently walking on right now.
Oh shit!
Frantically looking for a place to hide, I luckily spot a janitor's room to which I immediately ran towards it.
Opening the door, I stepped inside before closing it again, taking a deep breath I began to observe through the door's windows as the police and paramedics passed by outside.
Once they're out of view, I immediately stepped outside the empty hallway and headed straight towards my classroom.
Christian, Sarah.... I can't lose them now.
I need them.
Gripping my fist tightly, I finally arrived at my destination.
Peeking inside, I can only see an empty room, with vacant chairs and tables lying around in wait.
They'd probably evacuated the whole school.
I should just find them outside.
Turning around, I was suddenly met by a fist in the face.
"Agh!" I fell to the ground with a thud, my hand on my face.
Shit! who punched me?!
"Should've stayed as a dog" My face paled at this familiar voice.
Holy f*cking...
I suddenly received a kick in the stomach.
"Ufugh!" I can already taste the blood inside my mouth.
Pulling my hand away from my face, I finally got a good look at my abuser.
It was Jamie.
This f*cking bastard, he'll f*cking pay for everything that he's done to me!
I clenched my fist hard as I tried to stand up, only to receive another kick at my side.
"Should've kept quiet."
He kicked me again.
"Ughh!" My vision is starting to get blurry.
"Should've listened."
He kicked me again.
Agh... it hurts!
"Should've just obeyed like a good little dog."
I received another kick, but this time, it has heavy weight in it compared to the previous two.
"AaaAaagh!" I cried out in pain, clutching my side.
It... f*cking hurts, bastard!
I'm going to kill you.
"I... oing...ill....you" I faintly whispered, a smile slowly forming on my face.
I watched with unclear vision as Jamie raised his brows at my words before leaning in closer to me.
"What was that again?" He brings his face closer to me.
Gathering the last of my energy, I shakily raise my head towards his ear.
"I'm...g-going to let you... meet y-your sister.... in hell." I began laughing amidst a fits of cough.
He made a disturbed and surprise expression for a moment, before it turns into pure anger and hatred.
"YOU F*CKING SON OF A B*TCH!" He pulled his arms back, ready to finish me with a punch to the head.
But then suddenly...
A crashing sound was heard and Jamie fell to the ground unconscious, I stared at his unmoving body for a moment before turning towards the one responsible for saving me.
It was Kevin, a baseball bat on his hands.
Ah shit, Kevin how did you get here?
"Hey, are you okay?" I stared blankly at Kevin as he dropped the bat and began to make his way towards me.
"F-F*ck, it hurts man, help me get up!" I practically demanded.
"Alright, I got you man." He said as he gently picked me up from the ground.
Leaning on him, I smiled my bloodied face at him.
"Let's get you out of here." He smiled back as he did a support carry on him.
"So... *cough*....how did you get in here?" I asked Kevin.
"Christian called me.... went through the restroom's window."
Christian, you...
I have to apologize to him.
"Where are we going?" I asked as he helped me walked down the hallway.
"Restroom, fast way to escape."
"Why?"
"I know you brought cracks here in the school." My heart began to beat fast at his words.
"H-How did you know?"
"Back at the club, I noticed you were really excited to sell your shit, and there's no other better places to do business other than here in the school." He chuckled.
I looked at him for a moment before chuckling.
After a few more minutes of walking down the hall, we finally arrived at the restroom, checking if there's any other people inside to which there is fortunately none, we stepped inside.
"There's our exit." He pointed towards an open window hole at the corner of the room.
"How am I s-supposed to fit in there?" I asked him.
"You will" He began to help me make my way towards the window.
"Alright, I'm ready."
"Sure you are."
He began to carefully lift me in the air until I was finally able to grab some support on the window, and then he began to slowly shove me outside.
After a few minutes, I was now lying on the ground outside of the school compound, waiting for Kevin as he climbed through the window.
Once he's out, he began to pick me up from the ground and helped me make my way towards a pick-up truck parked on the road, east from the school.
Since this area here is an old and quiet neighborhood, there were no people to watch us limp our way towards the truck.
The commotion was only present at the western and southern areas from the school where various emergency responders and tv crews are at right now.
"That yours?"
"Sweet ride, isn't it?"
As we got closer, I finally got a good look at the vehicle in front of us, it was a red Toyota, an old model, complete with a backseat.
Not only that, there was... Christian.. and Sarah waiting for us inside.
Ah f*cking hell....
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Chapter done!