Darcie. I clutched the hem of my skirt as I saw Scott closed the door, walking in like he's not the devil from hell. My foot bounced and I found myself swallowing excessively. He traumatized me. Ever since Dad died, he kept me in his house and didn't let me go. I knew Sloane was part of it because when he randomly called her. I always heard her voice. That bastard. I loved how Charles beat him up. His walking steps were funny, like he couldn't keep his pace well because of one leg. Then I remembered, when Charles beat him up, he broke one of his legs. That explains why the bastard is limping. That's not enough. He deserves a huge punch. As my anger stirred, suddenly, the door opened and Charles stormed in. “Hey!” He didn't let Scott turn, his fist met with Scott's jaw and he collapsed to the floor. The entire class became silent, standing up to watch the scene. “Good.” I muttered to myself, happy and getting satisfied with how Charles continuously punched him. “Man, that's
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