Clear Lake Academy holds the worst of the worst delinquents from around the country. Each and every student there holds a notorious background that led them there and almost everyone avoids them.
After setting the tenth building on fire, which just...
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H E N D R I X P O V
The room was silent except for the soft breaths coming from my own dry mouth. The stone floor was cold beneath me and the rough wall dug into my back as I leaned against it. My thoughts raced in my head like a race car without the breaks. It was going in circles- round and round without a moment to breath.
I was worried. I was worried for Bentley. I was worried for Pandora. I didn't know what to make of the screams that rang through the desolate building but I knew it was nothing good.
And I wasn't prepared for them when they came. I definitely wasn't. It was obvious who the screams belonged to - Pandora, and it sounded like she was screaming for them to let him go. And then my mind processed who that 'him' could be and within seconds I was up and I could feel my knuckles splitting against the oak door that felt indestructible in that moment.
Then nothing. No noise, no movement.
Now, I was stuck in the room with only my mind that contained nothing but hazard thoughts. Thoughts what were poison when they wanted to be. I couldn't get myself to move as I anticipated the moment the door finally opened and I would lay eyes on my friends. No, my family.
However, when the door opened, I didn't expect what I saw.
Bentley limped into the room, avoiding my horrified gaze. His wrists were raw and red as if he were cuffed for too long, bruising in the form of handcuffs. His shirt was torn and ruffled, specks of blood covering the sheer material. His hair was matted with something dark that looked horribly similar to blood as it hung over his forehead and into his eyes uncomfortably. The worst was his face and his shoulder; His shoulder looked out of place and the tear in the fabric showcased the ring around his shoulder bone. The bruise was dark and sickening, telling me all I needed to know - it had been pulled out of place. His face and neck was littered with multiple bruises in various colours alongside multiple cuts. The biggest was the one sitting on his cheekbone. Dried blood seeped out of his nose and the corner of his mouth freshly bled.
I sprang up. My staggering feet led me towards him and I crowded around him, helping him to sit down. I felt furious as I eyed the guard who had brought Bentley in. It was clear I wanted to cock the man in the face but my attention was averted back to Bentley when the latter gave out a wheeze.
"What the hell happened?" I scrowled, turning Bentley's face from side to side: ignoring Bentley when he opposed the action.
Sadness encased my heart at the sight of the poor boy who had become one of my brothers. Seeing him hurt made my heart pound and feel like someone was squeezing it. I would wreck havoc on them all.
"Just let it go." Bentley's face twisted at the struggle to get the words out. He swatted me away but I came closer to observe the damage.
"Alright, that's enough." The guard's voice was snarky as he spoke up from beside the door. "You," He pointed at me. "Come with me."
