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"So this is the little piece of shit that's been bothering you in school?" My Dad asked as he circled around the terrified boy that was on his knees.

His hands were tied behind his back and he had a big gash on his forehead from my father knocking him out with a blunt object. His eyes were red and puffy from crying and snot was running from his nose.

"I'm sorry...." the boy whined as he gave my father a pleading look.

My father scoffed, "Shut your fucking mouth."

I stood there and watched as my father walked over to the other side of the basement, grabbing something from a tool box. When he came back, he had a hammer in his hand.

"Here, Sin." My father said as he handed me the hammer.

"No...noo...Sin, I'm sorry!! I didn't mean anything I said!" The boy pleaded as the tears continued to stream down his face.

I walked over to the boy with the hammer clutched in my hand still. He looked up at me and I could see the terror in his eyes.

For once I felt superior over him. I didn't feel weak whatsoever. I looked down at the hammer in my hand and began to think about all the times this boy has bullied me after school. All the hurtful things he has said to me. How he shoved me against the lockers and mocked me for dressing like a boy. He made my life a living hell in middle school but now....I was finally gonna get my revenge.

My father stood to the side and watched as he drunk from his flask.

"Sin.....I'm fucking sorry!!" The boy pleaded again.

I looked down at him and shook my head slowly as I said, "Sorry isn't gonna cut it..."

His eyes grew wide as he watched me lift the hammer above my head.

"This is for shoving me against the lockers." I said through gritted teeth as I brought the hammer down on his head, making him fall over.

I got on top of him and raised the hammer again, "This is for all the hurtful shit you said to me!"

I slammed the hammer down on his head again, hearing a sickening crack in his skull as I just continued to bash his head in with the hammer. I must've zoned out in the process because before I knew it, my father had grabbed my wrist to stop me.

"That's enough, Sin." He said in a firm tone as he took the bloody hammer out my hand.

I stood up shaking as I looked down at my now blood stained clothes. I really just bludgeoned him to death with that hammer.

My father walked over to me as he wiped the blood off the hammer with an old rag.

"You really did a number on that kid. How'd it feel to get back at him?"

I stood there still as I just stared at the boy's lifeless body on the floor. A pool of blood had already formed around his head. I never answered my father's question but to be honest...it felt good...

×××

"So you're telling me that somebody broke into your apartment last night and took your cat??" Veondra said with a perplexed expression on her face as she sat on my couch.

"I know it sounds silly but that's what happened," I explained while pacing back and forth in front of her. "Nothing was touched in this house but Simba was gone."

"Maybe Simba ran off to look for his Nyla while the intruder was in here."

"This is not the time to joke, Vee. " I told her with a serious expression on my face.