Calvin James stepped off the bus and onto the hot pavement. Droplets of sweat lined his nose. He ran into the school office and got a late slip. "Damn," he murmured under his breath. "Third time this week Mr. James, you should start setting your clock." He gave the secratary a dirty look as she filled it out. He retrieved it and ran through the halls into English. "Your late again." The teacher called out. Brent Lewis, the school bully, eyed him visciously. "Whats wrong Cal, stepdad knock those pretty teeth in again." The class erupted with laughter, all but a choice few. "Did you punch a wall 'cause he was doing the same to your mother?" Calvin made a fist behind his back. He wanted to hit him, he wanted to hit him so hard. His face flushed with a deep red. "That's enough Mr. Lewis, go to the office, now!" Brent locked eyes with Calvin as he exited the room. Calvin took his seat and breathed in deeply, only because it was true. All during class it kept poking at the back off his head. He twisted and turned in his seat at the thought. Periods two, three, and four all flew by quickly until lunch came. He sat across from a couple making out. It wasn't his fault, they invited themselves. He stole disgusted glances at them before they moved. Then came the trouble. Brent aproached him seeming quite full of himself. Fuck, was all Calvin could think. "We have some unfinished buisness we need to take care of," he said cracking his knuckles. Calvin stood up with his tray and moved, trying to contain himself as much as he could. But Brent tripped him spilling Calvin's food all over him. He got up from the cold floor and stared at him. Before he could do anything though Brent punched him, knocking him to the ground once more. He got up again and punched Brent making his nose bleed. But he didn't stop. He punched him again and again and even bit his wrist. The lunch monitor had to pull Calvin off before he did any "real" damage. He was expelled and sent home immediately. He thought his mother would be picking him up but instead his stepfather showed up. He was silent the whole way home. "Get your ass in the house," his stepfather whispered. He grabbed his backpack and entered the house. He quickly entered his mother's room and locked the door. Her scent filled the air and gave him a cozy warm rush of energy. That was interrupted by and abrupt pounding on the door. "Open the door Calvin!"
"No, you're just gonna beat me like you did to mom. I wish you had died instead of my real father. I want mom to come home."
"You have to stop this charade Calvin, you're seventeen, you're mothers dead. There's nothing I could do."
"You could have been there, but you were out drinking while she was choking on her own blood. I hate you so much you don't even know." He started to sob. He reached into his mothers jewelry box and figeted for something. "I don't give a fuck if you hate me, there's no one else to take care of you. Now open this door, you need to be disciplined and know when to hold your tongue!" Without warning Calvin burst through the door wearing his mothers talon rings on all ten fingers. He swiped quickly across his stepfathers face making him cry out in pain. He took his neck in his left hand and held him to the wall. But just as he was about to pierce his chest, his stepfather grabbed a screw driver from his toolbelt and jabbed it in Calvin's eye. Calvin screamed in agony but managed to pull it out. He lept onto his stepfather who was crawling away. He flipped him over and visciously nipped at his neck. "Calvin please, don't." Calvin looked deep into his eyes. "I'm sorry but I can't do that. Enjoy your suffering." He took his talons and pierced them deep into the man's chest. Once he saw every last bit of life drain from his body he fled the house. He didn't know where he was going, but he was gone.
END OF CHAPTER ONE
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