Nemesis

Chapter Four

Today was an awful day for Dennis. All-day, people had been gossiping about the disappearance of Regan. The topic never went away. Even teachers were talking about it.

Theorizes spread like crazy. Most of them concluded that Regan had found a sugar mommy and ran away with her. The others said he was murdered or kidnapped.

Millie and Jackson, Regan's best friends, were interrogating Dennis. They knew that Dennis and Regan were close when they were children. They both asked stuff like:

"What did you do to Regan?"

"I bet you were the last person who talked to him."

"Where is Regan?

"Tell us where he is, or we will hunt you down!"

Dennis assured them that he had no idea where he was by saying:

"Listen, I haven't even talked to him in years."

"Why are you asking me? I am his nemesis, or whatever."

"Trust me, I am the last person he would want to talk with."

Eventually, Millie and Jackson left him alone. For some reason, lying has always been natural for Dennis. Though he rarely did it, deception was a useful skill to use for these circumstances.

For no reason, Dennis was beaten up. Students beating him wasn't rare anymore; actually, it was common for that to happen.

Getting hurt resulted in a very prominent black eye on the right side of his face. It hurt like a bitch when Dennis would touch it. He could barely open his right eye because of it.

The new girl, Christine, wouldn't leave him alone unless a group of girls talked to her. She did ask him about the black eye, but he said it was fine.

It was thoughtful of her to insist he should go to the nurse's office. Dennis declined, anyway. The nurse hated him because of how often he would go there.

There was not only a bruise on his eye but his waist, left leg, right arm, and right in the center of his chest. Dennis's body was sore from all of the damage but suffered through it.

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"Bye, Dennis!" Christine waved before running to the bus. Dennis turned around and began walking home. He pretty much limped all the way home because of his left leg.

When he unlocked the front door, he went to the kitchen and grabbed a snack. Then he limped over to his room. Once he opened the door, there were hot wheel tracks all over the floor.

Dennis saw Regan on his all fours, riding on top of one of them. He looked like a little kid, learning how to use a skateboard for the first time.

Regan zoomed across the tracks, surprisingly fast. He hadn't even noticed that Dennis was watching. Then Dennis strolled to his bed, heeding the trails, and flopped onto his bed.

"Hey, Dennis! How was school!" Regan laughed as he stopped the car and stepped off of the tracks.

"A nightmare," Dennis grumbled. His voice was muffled by talking into the pillows.

"Come on, it couldn't have been that bad." Regan had a confident smirk plastered on his face. Dennis sat up and looked at the floor, down at Regan. The tiny's eyes widened, shocked by what he was seeing.

"It was 'that' bad." Dennis hissed, glaring at Regan.

"W-What happened to you? Who did this?!" Regan became worried and angry at the people who hurt him.