Thu...Thum...Thump!
"Now, now, back off, girls." Henni commanded her 'girls' to finally stop beating the shit out of him.
[I should have clung to their legs or something; it might have hurt less....]
[Fucking.., those bitches belong to kitchen...]
BAM! A kick struck his side, making him choke on his own breath.
"It's written on your face." She leaned forward, gazing intently into his eyes as he coughed and fought for breath.
"...argh" gasping, he returned her gaze.
"How's that? hmm?" Henni squatted down on one leg, hunching over to take a nice look at her victim.
"..." his eyes were on the brink of leaking, but he still didn't flinch.
"No?" Henni stood back up, with arms folded, awaiting an answer. But all she received was his gaze fixed on her, a sly smile spread across her face. "Looks like you have grown some balls, huh?" she leaned her head to a side, which meant that she was getting pissed, she turned back towards the other girls "Did you all hit his head or what? lol." the girls chuckled back to her awkwardly.
She looked at Morph "You are very funny today." slowing placing hands on his cheeks, "Right? clench it."
Knee to straight to his face. Morph collapsed onto his back, teetering on the edge of consciousness, struggling to keep his eyes open.
"Now, now, don't descend to your world of sleep while I'm here, Morphy. We haven't even started yet." she grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked it hard, forcing him to sit up with a sharp tug. Her grip was rough, leaving him no choice but to comply. "Upsy-daisy!" the pain of his hair being pulled knocked some conscience back into him as he growled.
Slap
"Awake yet?" She gazed at him, anticipating a reaction, scrutinizing his face for the slightest shift in expression. His face was bruised, and his nose bled. Morph simply sat there, looking down, he was exhausted and even more hopeless.
She signed. "Very hard to crack, aren't cha?" she looked at him for a moment "Well, now you know it, pull one of those shenanigans again, and you know what is coming for you," she paused to take a final look at him ""A very quiet motherf**ker today, aren't you?" she screwed a punch to his solar plexus.
"fuck.." Morph hushed out, doubling over he gasped for air. Henni didn't spare a second glance, "mind your manners, fucker. Go chase someone that is in your league." she turned back and strolled toward exit as if nothing happened leaving Morph behind flail in pain.
[It hurts!]
[why?!]
[I wasn't even me to begin with, so why me?!] tears jerked out of his eyes.
[Fuck that bitch, fuck her fucking boyfriend, it fucking wasn't me!] Morph was very angry, why does it have to be him? why does it has to be him taking a one-sided beating when it wasn't even his fault? He could have revolted, but he knew they were not going believe him without any proof, worse they would have beaten him more. But he wasn't his fault! He was angry, angry at himself, for being weak, for not being able to take stand for himself, for being stupid enough to believe that thing will change for better if just sits and takes it all, for not being able to change, for suffering this hell without any justification, for not only being unable to be with the girl that he had crush on since childhood even getting the shit beat out of by the same girl.
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Anger, sadness and all those mess of emotions swirled inside of Morph, finally bursting out.
"It wasn't me! I didn't do it!" Morph shouted.
Stopping midway to the door, Henni paused at her spot for a second. Turning back slowly with a surprised face "Oh, and I thought you have become mute for good. But what was that? come again," she scoffed.
"...you heard me" he responded looking dead into her eyes.
Henni stood there, motionless; someone would have said that time stopped if not for her eyes blinking. She was surprised how someone as coward as Morph could shout at her or speak for himself. She was absolutely going through with this, somewhat curious just where Morph was taking this.
"Why?" she finally said "Why should I believe you?"
"..."
"Why should I believe you?!" Heeni shouted.
"Because I didn't!" He shouted back, continuing with a pause, reverting to his normal volume but hastened pace "Because I'm not that stupid, because I'm a coward, because I'm afraid of you, because I'm afraid of your boyfriend, because I'm afraid of your brother, and hell, you know it too how much I'm afraid of your grandfather!"
Henni almost flinched "So, you weren't the one posted it on bulletin board?" she asked rather calmly.
"I didn't, I didn't even write it." Morph paused "Henni, you live one house apart from me, we have played together when we were kids, you remember how many fucking times I've proposed to you only to get shit beaten out of me by you. If you can't, I will tell you that with this many beatings even a woodpecker will learn not to peck the wrong tree. If I did it then, I could do it directly again, of course expecting a beating, not some lame love letter with those perverted writings and poetry knowing that how the fuck that is going to turn back on me. And you also know how much I dislike literature; you already know I could barely remember that damn ladybug poem thanks to you back then, how do you expect that same kid to write poem for you, and fuck that wasn't even my handwriting, I remember how teacher Henni twisted my ears so hard for that. Henni, I don't have to be a hidden idiot to like you, because I'm already a direct idiot." Morph paused, [The fuck did I just say?] but there was no turning back now.
This has to be one of most awkward memory for Morph for years to come, that was for sure, add to that the silence was elongating that period.
"Okay." Henni turned back, exited out of the room just like that, the girls took a moment, but they followed along.
{Morph learns a new skill "Escape With Cringe".}
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I dragged myself through the corridor after a brief encounter with Henni and friends, moving in a manner that resembled crawling, albeit on two feet, barely standing.
But the thing that was just magical was that one just couldn't tell it from my exterior that I was beaten the shit out, of course expect my nose in which I had my handkerchief tucked in. The clothes were neatly in place, free of any dust (or blood), there wasn't even extra wrinkle, a proof of their professionalism.
Not a complain though, it was one thing less for me to worry about, no one expect my classmates will even stumble upon possibility of what happened to me.
Fun fact: they already didn't care what happens to me, simply put it didn't even have enough face value for karens having small talk, not that their small conversation ever had value, they just are hard on themselves, taking all that bullshit from the world just returning it back to them.
[I wanna go home] I cried within, but I just couldn't act on my thoughts, not just yet, there was little counseling to happen after all, couldn't give that old-handle a chance to call home just when the vacations were just around the corner, hell, just tomorrow.
Good thing, that's the final boss for today. So, even if painfully, I made my way toward teacher's office.
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Morph somehow or somewhat walked toward his teacher's office, slowly but unsteadily, they always don't go together people.
He opened the door to his final hurdle of the day, behind which was a man sitting on his work desk looking out of the window, taking in all the greens he could with his two eyes, grass, trees, stuff.
"Please have a seat, Morph." the man said without even looking back as if he had eyes at the back two.
"We have a lot to talk about, don't we?" He finally turned around.
[Here goes nothing] Morph thought, "Yes, sir."
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