The Three Brothers

Chapter Four- The Quick Lie

It wasn't until after his last lesson of the day finished that Boston was released from the control of the planks. He was beyond angry at this point and didn't care who knew it. Boston knew that in this mood he was out of control, but it wasn't really his fault, was it? He stormed moodily back to his room, ignoring the shouts of his name behind him from Harper.

Of course, it was just his luck that Harper happened to be in his French and so witnessed his brutal treatment. She would want to know what had happened and he knew that her pestering him for answers was not something he needed to deal with right now. Or ever.

He strode on ahead, reaching the room well before Harper did and throwing open the door, with a violent thrust. The door complained wearily about its abusive treatment and it squeaked in protest. Boston turned and slammed it shut behind him. He didn't know where he was meant to be now- sport or something else stupid like that, but he found he couldn't care less. In fact he wanted them to come and try to take him away this time- he still had several knives on him.

Harper suddenly flung herself into the room, breathing erratically, "You (puff) walk (puff) really (puff) fast."

Boston glared at her in disgust for invading his space. Harper ignored his look.

"What happened then?" she demanded.

"Get out," Boston hissed back.

"This is my room too Boston and I just want to know how you managed to annoy everyone so much, in such a short space of time," Harper shot at him defiantly.

Boston could feel his anger becoming directed at her now, "I said, leave me alone," he flung his fist into the wall next to his bed, denting and cracking the plaster.

"Stop it," Harper shouted at him, her actions stupidly brave. Boston knew that he could hurt her very easily, but tried to restrain himself, hitting the wall once more in rage. It wasn't her fault he was angry.

"Fine."

Boston let his hand drop to his side, as he attempted to rid himself of the bitter fury that fuelled his wrath. He resented the control the school had had over him and couldn't let that go. He had promised himself never to feel at the mercy of someone else again and yet he had allowed himself to be restrained by adults. He hated it with his very being.

Harper moved around Boston to examine the hole that now was nestled in their wall, scrunching up her eyebrows as she looked through it.

"At least it hasn't gone through to the room next door," she said optimistically, "I can't say I like it though."

Boston rolled his eyes, his voice barely concealing the anger that was pumping through his veins, "I'm sorry, I thought it'd be better if the wall broke than someone's face."

Harper turned to him and raised an eyebrow; "Don't ask me to thank you Boston, because I'm not going to. I'm going to go to IT now. Are you staying and having a repeat of earlier or are you going to join me?"

Boston perked up at the idea of getting his hands on a computer, but hid his reaction carefully, "I'll come with."

"Are you sure? You can do IT or sport now, but it is mandatory and I'm not going to sit out another of your temper tantrums if you get bored and blame it on me."

Boston frowned at the word temper tantrum and responded sarcastically, "I'll try to restrain myself."

Harper stared at him, not amused, before she turned to leave, "Come on then."

Boston followed, trying not to allow hope of escape build up too much in his mind. But if the hippy lady from last night hadn't known he wasn't allowed to use the computers, maybe others didn't know. All he needed was to acquire a laptop, was it too much to ask?