Good Luck Anna

Fight

Thomas

  The next morning my mood is in the gutter not even the usual messages from Anna can revive it, getting ready for school is damn near impossible but staying in this house is a far worse fate so I numbly pull on my uniform and make my way to hell.

  School has always been a nightmare, something about a bunch of guys locked up together makes them feral. I'm convinced that the lack of women to rub their testosterone on is what drives them to behave the way they do.

  I'm lucky that I inherited my dad's broad shoulders and height giving me an intimidating stature that keeps most of the gobby little tossers from messing with me, not everyone here has been as gifted.

  Every class is a struggle, I spend most of the day staring out the rain-streaked window, absently wondering how Alex is doing this morning since I've noticed that he seems to be in a worse state when the weather is bad. He should probably move, since the chances of seeing any sun in the next three months is zero.

  Heading to the only class I actually enjoy, I dodge a rugby ball being launched down the P.E corridor, rounding the corner to the locker rooms, I groan as Andrew Swanson spots me. Tapping his goons to block the door.

  "Andrew, I'm really not in the mood today, can you move please." He is tall even towering over my six foot two height, and stocky as fuck perfect for playing rugby. Sadly, since I'm a football player, that makes us automatically bitter rivals apparently. I don't give a shit, but bullies don't really need a reason to hate you.

  He shoves my shoulder back from where I was trying to get into the locker room. Taking in a calming breath I mentally chant at myself, to not lose my shit.

  "Heard you've been shacking up with some bitch from St. Benedict's, my good friend Sean says she is shite in bed but easy as they come." His cronies roar with laughter as my fists clench, but no point in throwing them, I'd never win a five against one fight.

  Rage is flowing through me like lava if I don't hit Andrew I'm going to have to go hit something else or I will explode. "Very good, now move."

  Andrew sneers, not used to his words not gaining any reaction. "You should bleach that pencil dick of yours, she's been with half the year already."

  "Aw Andy, you've been looking at my dick again, I told you last time if you want to see it all you have to do is ask." This causes a few snickers from around me. Andrew goes so red I think he is about to pop a blood vessel.

  Fuck it, we aren't going to get anywhere here, no football for me. Turning on my heels to walk down the half empty corridor when he hollers, "Sean said she cried when he fucked her, bled all over his dick. It was disgusting."

  That's it my patience snaps, my fist connects with his nose while he is still mid laugh. Andrew slams into the ground taking out one of his buddies in the process. I don't even think when I pounce on him raining my fist down on his face over and over again.

  It's almost cathartic to release the rage that has been building for years against this cunt but of course this wouldn't be allowed to continue as his friends get over their shock. I'm dragged off the pummelled Andrew, more than happy to take my beating now he has finally got a taste of his own medicine.

  My arms are twisted against my back, held in place by two of his buddies, while golden boy himself stumbles to his feet. His face is almost entirely bloodied, when I burst his nose, it exploded like a hosepipe.

  When Andrews seething glare meets mine, I plant the best shit eating grin on my face knowing it will only make him angrier but not really caring at this moment. "Go on then, hit me." I taunt, everyone here knows my family I'm untouchable, them on the other hand, one wave of my mother's manicured hand and their entire futures could be decimated.

  His fist slams into my eye as the sweet release of pain calms my reeling brain. I deserve this. The next one hits my stomach, winding my instantly, trying to breathe through the ache rippling through my abdomen, I'm only able to get in small gasps, when an elbow connects between my shoulder blades. My knees buckle beneath me, then I'm stomped into the ground by heavy football boots.

  Everything before me blurs in and out of focus as another boot bares down on my back. "What is going on here! None of you move!" Mr Prince truly is my knight in shining armour, I'm pretty sure they were going to kill me today.

  My entire body is in agony, every movement hurts in some way. Andrew and I are on opposite sides of the nurses office, two teachers standing guard in case we brawl again. No way in hell would I be able to even slap him never mind anything worse but Andrew is still glaring at me like he wants to rip my flesh from bone.

  The nurse has been trying to get me to take my top off so she can check the damage but I refuse to give Andrew the satisfaction of seeing what he has done to me. She eventually gives up calling an ambulance instead.

  I insist that it's not needed but since I'm still only breathing through small gasps she isn't convinced.