detention

ten - kai

i'm so focused on learning a new skate trick, that i hardly notice the sky getting dark. but when i do, i realise it's probably time to go home.

i sit myself down on one of the ramps, checking my phone for the time.

almost 6pm.

admittedly, i haven't been skating this entire time. i went to the store and bought some food with some spare change i had, and cameron drove past but stopped to chat.

i decide i can stay out a little longer. mainly because i don't want to deal with two drunk women when i go home.

i can only cross my fingers and hope that they're not there.

however this reminds me of the note. dad's note. i quickly yank it out of my pocket, which proves difficulty because i'm sitting down.

i let my eyes scan over the note a few time, before the sudden urge to find him and slap him comes over me. all i ever wanted was for him to stop visiting us.

'please.
i love you.
i'm sorry.
let me come back, please. i love you.'

my glossy eyes read the messy letters again, and i swallow the lump in my throat. i shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts. screwing up the note, i toss it to the side, missing the trash can a few feet away. a sigh escapes my lips, and i pull my phone out again.

i shoot elliot a quick text, asking what his address is if i'm going to walk him to school tomorrow.

i already promised yet i have no idea where he lives.

i slip my phone back into my pocket, and stand up. and it's only when i pick up my board that i hear yelling. at first, i assumed it was probably just kids messing around, but the voices sound angry, and don't sound too much younger than me.

i look around, frowning. the skatepark is empty.

my curiosity gets the better of me, so i choose to walk around the skatepark, and around the wall of a building that lies next to it. and i guess i'm getting closer as the voices get louder.

when i see a small group of boys pushing over another, it makes my stomach churn.

there were three guys, who looked around my age. they were shoving a much smaller kid.

i try to get a better view, but when i do, one of the kids see me.

"and who are you?" one of them shouts. but i'm not looking. i'm more concerned about the kid who's sobbing and visibly bleeding. i couldn't really see too much of the kid, because he was behind one of the bigger guys. but something about him reminded me of someone.

"does it matter? what are you assholes doing?" i yell back, only now taking a look at the guys.

"excuse me?" the bigger kid of the group says, spitting on the ground.

i'm not going to pretend like i'm not scared. you could probably even say i'm terrified. but my instinct to protect the kid is stronger than my fear.

(plus the adrenaline running through my veins boosted my confidence.)

the smaller kid is watching me, with pain and fear in his eyes. and although that's one thing i'm used to seeing,
it breaks my heart and i feel my blood boil.

but what makes me angrier is seeing him flinch when the bigger guys yell toward me.

the buzzing in my ears grow loud as i take a bold step forward. i don't hesitate to swing at the guy closest to me.

i manage to knock him to the floor pretty quickly, and i pounce on top of him, not bothering to slow down my hits.

i don't bother to count how many punches i throw before i get knocked off.

i feel my body jerk sideways, and my head hit the ground beneath me. pain instantly shoots through my head, and then my jaw as i realise i'm being punched.

after about a minute, i don't feel very much as the pain flowing through my body soon turns to numbness.

even though i could still feel them kicking at me, i couldn't help but be glad they left my face alone- because that'd be incredibly hard to explain to elliot.

elliot.

somehow, the sudden thought of the boy made my blood pump. my heart begins hammering hard in my chest, but i feel a rush of adrenaline again, this time a lot stronger.

i manage to pick myself up, and leap to the nearest boy.

i run into him, as fast as i can, and my body falls with his to the floor. i get up without giving him a chance to hit me and i grab for another guy's legs.

i tackle him to the ground and can't help the laughter that follows. sure, the pain was now worse than ever.

but i win.

i win because as soon as i can, i run over to the boy who was previously kneeling on the ground in pain. and i grab his arm, pulling him up fast.

i take no time dragging his body up and along the ground with me.

it takes a little while for his legs to start moving, especially moving at the same speed as me. but when he does, we're away.

and i'm still laughing.

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