Todos os capítulos de My Dad Uses Me to Rule the Class: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Zack's POVThe right side of my face was swollen like a balloon when I walked into the classroom while clutching my midterm test papers. Flecks of blood stained the corner of my lips.One of my female classmates whispered, "Zack Curtis got beaten again just because he didn't get a perfect score on his math exam. I feel so sorry for him…"Another classmate, Steve Norton, shot a disdainful look at me and sneered, "Why do you feel sorry for him? His father is our homeroom teacher. He's hogging the best resources, and yet he still can't get a perfect score. He deserves to get beaten."I paused for a moment. I swallowed the bitter taste in my throat before entering the classroom.My dad, Justin Curtis, had just slapped me in front of all the teachers and students in the office until my face turned swollen."98 points?" he snapped. "Should you have lost those two points? Say something!"Dad's furious scolding echoed in my ears. There was a persistent ringing in my right ear after he r

Zack's POVI went to school as usual the next day. When the recess bell rang, I pressed my right cheek to the cool surface of my desk, hoping that it would alleviate some of the pain.Steve suddenly entered the classroom with his nose stuck in the air. He brought his lips close to my ear. He didn't even bother to hide the glee in his voice when he whispered, "You're done for."I calmly closed my eyes and got lost in my thoughts. I wondered if Dad would acknowledge Steve as his son once I was dead. He probably would since he liked Steve so much. But I didn't know if Steve could endure Dad's punishments whenever he needed to assert his authority.Just then, the door slammed open. At the loud noise, everyone looked up with startled expressions.Dad stood at the door. His chest was heaving, and his expression was steely. He walked to the middle of the classroom. His eyes were reminiscent of poisoned wolf's as he slowly swept his icy gaze across everyone's anxious faces. Finally, he pi

Zack's POVDad didn't spare another glance at me. He pushed back the flyaway strands of his hair that had gotten messed up during our earlier scuffle and smoothed down the wrinkles on his shirt. He then fixed the solemn expression that belonged to "Mr. Curtis" back on his face.He turned around and headed toward the school's head of discipline Mary Milner's office.I shivered like a leaf in the wind. My heart throbbed painfully. I didn't understand why I had to suffer so much—why my pride was only a tool for Dad to use to assert his authority.I didn't know how much time had passed as I knelt there. Perhaps it was only a few minutes. Perhaps it was an entire century.I could still move my left arm. Slowly, I lifted my trembling hand and rummaged around in my pocket, pulling out my tiny notebook. I mustered what little strength I had left and wrote a short note in wonky handwriting."Accused me of dating on school grounds. Humiliated me by stripping me in front of everyone. -1."

Third-Person POVA large part of the grassy field in front of the school building had been dyed a shocking shade of red.The police had cordoned off the scene. Paramedics dressed in white coats were administering emergency treatment. Several pale-faced teachers and school administrators who had heard the commotion were gathered around the stretcher.Justin pushed through the crowd and stared at the small, familiar figure on the stretcher.Zack was lying quietly on the stretcher. His uniform blazer had been pulled open, revealing the thin shirt underneath that was caked with dirt and blood. His face was still swollen, and dried flecks of blood still stained the corners of his mouth. His eyes were shut tightly, and his face was as white as a sheet. Several strands of his black hair, damp with sweat and tears, stuck to his forehead.He was so quiet. His silence was terrifying."Zack!" Justin screamed as he threw himself at the stretcher.He wanted to reach out to touch Zack, but

Third-Person POVThe emergency room doors only swung open when dawn was about to break on the horizon.The head surgeon looked exhausted when he strode out of the room. "The surgery was a success. We've managed to save his life, but the situation is pretty grim. "Due to his severe cranial damage, we're unable to determine whether he'll wake up again or the condition he'll be in even if he does regain consciousness. "It'll also take a long time for his organs to make a full recovery. Also…"The doctor looked at Justin, who swayed unsteadily on his feet. His voice took on a mocking edge as he continued, "The patient's will to survive is extremely weak. I wonder what he went through."Zack was alive. But the doctor's explanations about the uncertainty of whether he would ever wake up again and his lack of will to survive were like blades slicing into Justin's heart."His will to survive is weak?" he repeated. "How can that be?"He stumbled toward the gurney that was wheeled out