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0: Dark History

0: Dark History

Connor Rogers

Right jaw.

Left cheek.

Stomach.

Crotch.

I brought my leg around in a flying kick and sent the brunette flying into the dustbins. He spluttered pathetically, gagging as though he was going throw up, and then a jet of crimson shot from his lips. He slumped down and lied in the dumps, choking and groaning.

"Had enough?" I questioned coldly, sending him a stare down my nose.

"Y-You're... You're fucking crazy," the bastard managed in a squeak, his eyes widening, showing every feature of a cornered prey, before dashing from the scene in a panicked scram.

I watched him disappear around the corner of the school building before spitting out the three loose teeth in my mouth. I snorted, seeing my own splutter of blood seep across the cracks of the ground. My knuckles screamed with pain, the cold air licking the open wounds.

Looking down at my grey hoodie, I found it in a state of mess; stained in blood, be it mine or his. I grumbled under my breath. I hurried to the closest drinking fountain and tried my best to rub the stain free, but it still left a noticeable brown spot on my front.

I grimaced, That would have to do. Carrie would just have to suck it up.

I yanked my schoolbag up my shoulder and rubbed my dislocated nose, massaging it slowly and attempting to put it back in place as I trugded home slowly, watching the sun saunter down the horizon.

* * *

Without a doubt, my state was immediately questioned the second I stepped through the door. "Connor! You didn't..." my sister Carrie gave me a hard stare, taking in my bruised cheek and my cut lip.

"I did. Problem?" I retorted and wiggled my numb nose, kicking my worn-out trainers free and proceeding into the house. The brunette was hot in pursuit, hair bouncing madly around her shoulders as she tried to chase after my long strides.

"You do realize that you would be expelled if you keep fighting in the school yards, right?!"

"Do I look like I care?" I shot back, giving her a pointed look. She looked as though she was going to retort; her mouth opened impulsively, before closing again as she thought better. I heaved a victorious snort and grabbed a can of beer from the fridge.

Carrie saw what I had reached for and she immediately snatched it out of my hand, frowning sternly. An image of my mother flashed across my head. I grumbled and forced it away.

"No alcohol for minors," she lectured, placing the beverage back into the fridge. I rolled my brown eyes annoyingly.

"No one fucking cares about the age and you know it. I bet you drink at sixteen."

My sister whipped around to face me, green eyes flashing dangerously, "Excuse me! Unlike you, I control myself. God knows what you would do if I set that kind of example."

I snorted sarcastically, "It's not like it made a difference."

Carrie narrowed her eyes, taking a step closer, "You say one more word and I will staple that trap together."

"Talk about violence, Sis," I said, giving her a meaningless smile, "you'd get arrested."

"Look who's talking," she resumed making dinner, "go do some homework."

"You know I do all my stuff at school. I'm not all bad."

"Then do something that doesn't involve sex or violence."