Scarred For Life

Chapter 12

"Randy! What are you doing?!" I screamed, rushing forwards towards the pile of boys writhing around on the floor.
"He stole my TOYS!" He yelled, punching Brad's chest with his tiny fists.
"Get- ow- off me you little- ugh- pest!" Brad grunted, attempting to push Randy off of his chest. Randy squealed, and I ran up to him.
"DON'T TOUCH HIM YOU CREEP!!!" I screamed, pulling Randy off him, and plopping him onto a chair.
"Why should I babe? I think I'm allowed to touch my girl's brother, right?" Brad grunted, still fighting Ethan.
"ARGGGHHHH!" Ethan growled, and punched him in the jaw. "Don't talk to her like that, you prick!" He yelled, kneeing him in a very painful spot.
Brad yelled out in pain, and went limp.
Ethan climbed off him, and turned to offer me a weak smile.
Brad jumped up suddenly and kicked Ethan behind his knees, causing him to fall to the floor, hitting his head on Mr Andrews's desk on the way down.
"How does that feel, jerk?" Brad snarled.
Ethan looked at him with loathing, unable to stand up.
Brad looked down at him, sneering.
"Goodnight goth."
The next few seconds went by in a blur. Brad kicked Ethan in the head, making him limp. I jumped onto Brad's back, causing him to fall over, and clobbed him right in the head. He yelled out, and went limp also.
As I climbed off him, and hurried over to Ethan, Brad's parents came up to me.
"'Bout time someone put him in his place." Mr Miller said.
I nodded, and tuned my attention to Ethan, whose nose was bleeding, and his arm was twisted in an awkward position.
"Should I call an ambulance?" Mrs Miller asked.
I studied her face. For a rich person, she wasn't very bright.
"Well duh!" I cried.