“I’m ticked off today and I’m gunna take it out on you,” he snarled.
“That’s what’s wrong with you,” I said. “You don’t know how to deal with your anger.”
I got a punch slammed across my face for that. Yeah, I was smart, but that didn’t help me not get bullied. It actually made my daily beatings worse. “Hey, do you know what time it is?” he smirked.
He always thinks he’s funny when he does that. “Time to beat me up,” I knew his punchline by now, and boy was it a punchline.
“Yep,” he said and threw me down on the ground.
He kicked me in my stomach a few times, then a few to the face. He stood on me and yelled to his goons, “Thank you Othridge!” he leaped off and joined his goons at the other side of the fence.
As I walked into my house, Dad walked by. “What happened to you?”
“Fell,” I lied.
He never believed me when I said Billy Charragin, so I didn’t bother trying to get him to believe me now. “Alright,” he said and walked back to his office.