Far From Perfect || Tronnor

32: The Final Battle

graphic bullying warning

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"Why did you do it??!" Caspar said, up in my face. Instinctively, I pushed my head away as far as I could until the back of it hit the school wall, and I closed my eyes. Time seemed to slow down because it was like I could make out the details to every breath, every push, and wince.

I guess Caspar didn't like my lack of an answer, because he pushed me up against the wall again and screamed in my face, "Why the fuck did you do it, twink? What gave you the fucken right?"

I gulped, and it felt as if I was swallowing sandpaper. I was trying my best to find a way to reply to Caspar's question, but I literally had no idea what the hell he was talking about. "Sorry, w-what?" I finally managed to stutter in the midst of my fear.

To add to my already growing fear of this entire situation, in response to my answer, Caspar yanked me away from the wall, only to slam me back down on it. I could only let out a strangled gasp, because my chest felt so tight, it was impossible for me scream. I tried to catch my breath, but all that came out and in was a tiny bit of air, resulting in little wheezes. Quickly after the push, my head started to become fuzzy from the lack of air to my brain.

"You know damn well what I am talking about!!" Caspar screamed, only inches from my face. He started pinning me to the wall with his entire body, and between my lung's condition, and claustrophobia, I started shaking in fear. I had no control, so he could do anything to me. He had control to punch me, kick me, say anything he fucking wanted to, and it scared me. I couldn't defend myself at all because he had my limbs pinned back. I couldn't retaliate in words because the fear of failure was much larger than my fear of Caspar. All I could do was panic.

I didn't hesitate about the situation like I should've. In hindsight, there are a million questions that could've fought to be answered. Why was Caspar here at four-thirty after school? Why was he mad, when after Connor and Mr. Butler stood up for me, he hadn't touched me in weeks? So many questions, and not any answers.

At the time, I didn't feel like I was crying, but Connor told me that I was practically sobbing. I guess it had something to do with my eyes being closed but honestly, it probably was just the fear of the entire situation.

Speaking of Connor, it was about time he did something. I had actually forgotten the he was even there when this was all happening because I was so used to these kinds of situations happening without any witnesses. So as if to prove that he was still there, he said, "Look, Caspar, clearly Troye has no idea what you are talking about!" I opened my eyes and stared at him in utter shock.

Stupid. That is what Connor was. Like I admired his will to stand up for me, but that was obviously going to result in consequence.

As if to prove my statement, Caspar let go of me for a bit, only to whip around and slap Connor straight across his face. I could hear his sob as a result of the impact, and it tore me apart. It wasn't fair of Caspar to drag him into this, anymore that it wasn't fair of Connor to join in to this.

"If I were you, I would shut the fuck up. It is the best for your physical, and mental health," He sneered. I was surprised that Caspar was able to repress his anger enough to say that with the calm, eeriness that he did.

I could see Connor gulp, and before I could peel myself off of the wall to get to him, Caspar whipped back around and pinned me down to it once again. I shut my eyes as tight as I could in anticipation. Just do it already, I thought as Caspar took his sweet time to figure out a malicious way to beat me up. Finally, I felt his hands squeezed my arms, reassuring me that, no, I can't leave. "Open your damn eyes, Mellet." Taken out of circumstance, I was actually amazed at how slow, spiteful, and hate-filled he managed to make that command.