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Chapter 2

  Inspirational quote from some person on Tiktok.

    Forcing an unbothered expression to basically mold permanently onto my face, I take the phone, "Father." I murmur after a moment. "Kryton, it's Sir, not Father. Especially when you know you've fucked up again." He growls, putting emphasis on the word again. My lips tighten unconsciously but I correct myself, "Sir.", my voice is firm but formal, knowing the consequences of snapping or getting angry at him. The teacher was watching me closely, obviously wanting to see if I submitted to the authority of my only parent or not. "Explain the situation to me. Yes, I've heard it from the teacher but repeat it for me." He orders, his voice still harsh despite my formality, hinting I might have caused a disturbance during a meeting or something.

     "Mr. Forge, my Science teacher and my current class teacher that you just spoke to, called roll. I heard his instructions but I didn't follow them. He tried scolding me and intimidating me. That didn't work for obvious reasons. He was more upset by this and then called you, Sir." I explain politely enough. My Father was silent for a long moment then he let out a frustrated sigh, showing that when I get home I'm definitely going to be punished, "So you meant to say.. that you directly disobeyed his instructions just to upset him?" he asks, his voice low with anger. Hesitation flickers across my face despite my efforts for it to not, ".. Yes, Sir." knowing that's how he was going to take it regardless.

    He ends up blowing up, fortunately I turn him down enough so no one else can hear his cussing. Listening with a neutral expression even though I feel like blowing up, yelling triggers my more violent or shut down side. I either go numb, exhausted, or get violent, yelling and hitting things, people usually. Finally when he's out of breath he orders me, mostly sternly since he's more in control now, to apologize to the teacher.

    My expression immediately tightens in distaste, my lip twitching downward without my consent. "You will apologize for your disrespectful behavior and you will be punished when I get home. Guess what your three punishments are: whipping is one, whipping plus fire is two, water is three, water plus whipping is four, fire plus water is five and a fucking is six." He continues darkly, I was forced to use the number system when in public so that way no one knows what he's talking about. I lean against the wall, acting nonchalant but needing it to conceal the light shaking of my hands, "Four, two and five." I guess quietly and he hums, "Six is going to be one of the punishments, disrespecting teachers always leads to that punishment. The other two I haven't decided. Now apologize appropriately to the teacher, no cussing and be polite." Father harshly states and I turn my head back to the teacher, "I apologise for my disrespectful behavior, Mr Forge." I state flatly, not looking sorry at all since quite frankly I'm not. Fuck him.

    His face reddens in anger but he just stiffly accepts the apology, "Go sit down at your desk and I'll have a quick talk with your Father." he orders to which I obey, not feeling like arguing or getting in more trouble. I could already start feeling the light burning of my heart, whenever I started getting ready to blow up it starts burning, so painful I end up blacking out at times. It's less painful to just give in to my rage, I end up staying mostly in control but it's like a haze where I just inflict pain on those around me or on myself. I hate it, being so aggressive when I'm mad, losing control of the pain and emotions. It's like a never ending nightmare, I'm just tensely waiting for the next time it happens.

    As I sit down, I rub at my chest a little, trying to ease the uncomfortable soft burn, "Hey, is your heart acting up again?" Elliot whispers to me and I nod, "It's not bad, just uncomfortable." I grumble but I feel it throb, almost making it hard to breathe. I'm going to end up in a fight today most likely, it always happens when I get like this, I'm used to people talking shit and can typically ignore it. I can already imagine who I'll end up fighting, angry brown eyes always following me when I'm walking by him in the hallway. The new student's eyes are watching me carefully and when Elliot notices he explains that I have a heart condition to which she gives me a sympathetic look though cautious.