Hatred: Short novel

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CHAPTER 3

Something about this noise, it just didn’t make me feel good. It kind of sounded like a speed boat, but as it got closer, I realized that the sound was much too slow for a speed boat. Then it hit me. No, I mean itliterally hit me.

            It was a stupid, rubber band. Not any rubber band, no. It was a rubber band shot by him. That stupid, self- centered, pig.

            I was standing up at the front of the class, and he shot the rubber band. It hit me right in the lip, sending my lip back and into my tooth. I raised my hand to my mouth, touched my lip, and as I brought my hand back down everything went black.

            I woke up in the nurse’s office. At least that’s where I think I was, I couldn’t tell with everybody crowding around me. I screamed and tried to get to the other side of the bed, thinking; oh no, he’s here! I’m going to die, again. Then someone grabbed my shoulder, and I slapped the person. Then I looked at who I slapped, woops. Wrong move to make; the person was my brother.

            “Alex, I’m so sorry! I freaked out; I thought you were the guy.” I tried to explain myself, but then I looked around, and I saw him.

            I broke down and cried. I didn’t want to see anybody right now; I just wanted to be left alone. I was sitting there, in all my glory, showing everyone how weak I truly am. I was going to re- invent myself this year, I was going to show everyone that I was strong. That never happens though; I always find a way to ruin that.  Alex came to give me a hug, but I just pushed him away.

            “Bree, what’s wrong? Why did you faint?” Alex asked nervously

            “Somebody shot a rubber band, it hit me in the mouth, and I tasted blood. You know I hate blood. I fainted and woke up here.”

            “Oh, Bree; I’m sorry. Do you want to go home?” Alex came over to me on the other side of the bed, I had moved away from him, and he started rubbing my arm trying to decipher the emotion on my face.

            “No, I don’t. I want to go back to class, what period is it?”

            “Bree, are you sure-“

            “Alex, what period is it?” I repeated. Why was he acting like this? I just want to go back to class.

            “Bree, I’m telling you. I don’t think-“

            “Alex! I just want to go back to class okay? Please, just, tell me what class I have now.” I started to get quieter as the sentence went on, and I think my brother finally understood.

            “Okay, okay fine. Your next class is in ten minutes, and it is Geometry. May I have you know that, the person who did this to you is standing about three feet away from us and is staring at you?” He asked this while looking up at my suspect. I looked up at the person and had this complete surge of rage.

            I walked over to him and slapped him across the face. He looked stunned, and staggered back. All I could feel though was relief. Then that all changed, in the blink of an eye; I saw my brother stand up and go over to this boy. I don’t know why, but I stepped in front of him. Bad idea; I saw a hand raise and it fell on my face instead of this boy. I fell to the ground with a big thud, and when I looked up the boy was smiling.

            This wasn’t any smile, no. This smile was crooked, this smile was sadistic. This smile was utterly evil. My brother saw it to, and because I wasn’t in his way this time, he raised his hand again. This boy, he still had this smile on his face; he was waiting for it. He was waiting for the hit he deserved and he wanted it to come; but I wasn’t about to let him have his way.

            “Alex! Don’t. Don’t give him what he wants.” I said desperately.

            Alex looks down to me, and I think that he finally saw that I was on the ground. I think he finally saw what he had done. I’m sitting on the ground looking up to this person in front of me, and I don’t think I’ve ever felt more scared than I was right then. This boy in front of me, this boy isn’t the loving older brother that I know. This boy has become a man, a man that has anger. I have only seen this man once before, when my brother and my dad got into a fight. I never want to see this man again, and hopefully I never will.

            “Alex, please. Don’t hurt him; don’t be our father. I want you to back away from this boy, and go to class. I have five minutes to get to class, and I need to get ready.” I pleaded. “Alex, please go.”

            Alex looked at me one last time, then looked at him and took off. He grabbed his jacket off of the chair and stormed out of the room, leaving me and this boy alone. I looked at the boy and saw that he still had the same sadistic smile on his face.

            “Well, that was the event of the century.” He said in his raspy voice.

            I got up, grabbed an ice pack out of the freezer, got my backpack on my back, and walked out of the nurse’s office. The last thing he saw of me was one finger that shall not be named.