Abraham Anderson

What's a Happy birthday? Part2

After finally getting my tray, I looked for an empty table, and I was lucky enough to do so. I quickly walked to it, sat down, and began to eat.

"Hey, Abraham!" A familiar voice bellowed out.

I look up to see Austin and sighed. "What can I help you with, Austin?"

"Did you enjoy your fall?" He asked.

I looked at my tray and noticed that I was done eating. "I don't have to take this crap." I said as I stood up and walked out, leaving him there. He's always doing something just to see me get embarrassed, him and Vincent. Ever since I met them.

The rest of the day past by rather peacefully, it was weird but relaxing. Unfortunately it was time to ride the bus home. Once again, kids throwing stuff, screaming, Vincent hitting the back of the seat, and the driver hitting the brakes. What a mess, just like my life in two words.

Thankfully I don't live that far. Once I got off the bus, Vincent tripped me and pushed me down. "Race you home, faggot!" He shouted and ran.

"Just one more year." I reminded myself through gritting teeth and anger. I stood back up, brushed myself off and walked to the door.

It swung opened from the other side and before I realized what just happened, a cake was smashed into my face. "Happy birthday dumb ass!"

I just stood there trying to stay collected, but no matter what, something was pushing through me as I listen to what's around me.

"Vincent! That's a no no, you don't do that!" Said my mother.

"He's thirteen, quit treating him like a baby. He'll never learn until you spank him a good bit." Said my grandfather.

Out of nowhere, everyone heard a loud smack, then my left hand started to sting. Everyone looked at Vincent, who's face was red on the right side. He began to cry like a baby who was wrongfully punished.

"Like that." My grandfather pointed out.

But I didn't stop there, I now lost all control. Tears began to run down my face, but I wasn't sad. I felt a tug at the ends of my mouth, a smile that I couldn't hide. I began to laugh and walk closer to Vincent. Then I kicked him, knocking him on the ground. I couldn't stop, I didn't hate doing this, it felt pretty good. I began to kick him when he was on the ground, then I picked him up and through him into the wall.

Is it wrong to enjoy something that you can't stop? As some family members helped him out of the wall, I kicked him back in it. My uncle tried to stop me by putting me in a headlock, but I grabbed a finger and broke it, then he let go. Finally, I grabbed a chair and repeatedly hit Vincent with it after he fell out of the hole and on the ground. Afterwards I felt a sharp pain on the left side of my face and I blacked out.

Once I woke up, I looked around to see what changed. It looked like I was in a holding cell. I quickly got up and began to panic. "Help! Help! Is anyone here?" I shouted with a dry throat.

"What, what do you want kid?" An officer asked irritatedly.

"Where am I? Why am I here?" I ask near about to cry in fear.

"You're in a holding cell until you go to court. As far as why, I'd have to look it up. Would like me to?" He replied with a sigh.

"Yes please." I responded quickly.

"Fine." He said as he left.

After what seemed like an hour, he came back.

"Uh kid, you sure you want to know?" He asked hesitantly.

"Yes, I'm sure! Please tell me." I pleaded.

He sighed before reading the papers in his hand. "You are charged with murder in the third degree."

Hey guys I know, I took forever making this one but here it is. I hope you enjoyed 😀