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“Where the fuck is Warrick?” I bellow to the poor guy who’s just come out of the bathroom, he jumps at my harsh tone, eyes widening. “Answer me.”
“He’s in the biology lab,” he says while shaking. Lifting his hand, he points me in the direction I need to go. I give him a nod in thanks and take off to find my victim.
I wind my way through the halls, managing to avoid the teachers who could be wandering around at this time. When I make it to the biology lab door, I sneak a look through the little window, finding him sitting at the back of the room with a petite blonde next to him. The professor is droning on about something, but the majority of the class isn’t listening. He laughs at something the girl says, leaning into whisper in her ear.
I burst through the door with a savage snarl, making the professor scream in shock as I charge to the back of the room, my sights set on him. Gripping him by the collar, I haul his ass out of the seat, dragging him out of the room as chaos erupts behind us.
“Get your fucking hands off me,” he shouts in anger as my fist connects with his nose. His blood starts pouring out of it, and I smile savagely. “What the fuck?!” he screeches like a little bitch.
“Love beating on women, don’t you?” I roar, punching him again. “Why don’t you put your hands on me, like you did her!”
My fist pounds against his face as the rage goes from blinding hot to supernova. My voices scream in my head, telling me to end him right here, and screams fill the corridor as the other students spill out into the hallway.
“I never touched her,” he screams, trying to protect his face. I hear the other doors in the hallway opening, meaning that other students are spilling out into the hall.
“Mr. Chambers, stop this at once!” a woman says, and my head whips up. Warrick is limp in my grip as my eyes connect with hers, and she gulps, taking a step back, palms up. “Put Mr. Bowers down now.”
“Now why the fuck would I want to do that, teach?” I say with a quirked brow, eyes narrowing on her. “You telling me, this school stands here to let men put their hands on woman? Are they the kid of values you really want to be teaching?”
“I…”
“I didn’t think so,” I snarl, I feel his cartilage give way under my fist. Shouting fills the hall; I look over my shoulder, seeing Brantley charging down it like a man on a mission.
“I never fucking touched her,” Warrick screams again, and I see Brantley’s eyes widen a touch. The fear in his face lets me know he heard it as well. I round on the fucker, murder clear in my eyes, the students take a step back. “Please,” he splutters.
“Kylo, bro?” Brantley’s voice breaks through my thoughts. “Put Warrick down.”
“No,” I snap at my friend, “He needs to pay, Brant,” I say, looking over my shoulder at him. I hope he can see the demons behind my eyes, because I know if he knew what set me off, he would be right there with me.
“Kylo?” he steps closer, his hand up. His brows creased in confusion as Warrick gurgles in my hold. “Who did he hurt?”
“Me.” My head whips around to the sound of the voice, my shadow stands behind the teacher who tried to get me to put him down. “He thinks he hurt me.” Gasps fill the air as she steps to the front of the crowd, her face looking more battered since the last time I saw her. Her bruises are darker than they were, and I can see the swelling more prominently on her face now.
“Sam, what the fuck?!” Brantley seethes, his gaze flicking between her and Warrick.
“Kylo,” she whispers stepping closer to me, her eyes taking in the bloodied face in front of me. “I told you,” she whispers, her hand grabbing me around my wrist, and my hands shake from the anger I feel. “I fell.”
“Bullshit!” I roar in her face, dropping the sack of shit on the floor. My hand goes around her neck, and I push her against the wall. Being this close to her and seeing the pain in her eyes has my voices losing their shit. “If you think I’m stupid enough to fall for your lies, you really don’t know the sort of things I’m capable of.”
“If it wasn’t him, then who?” Brantley asks from behind me, I look over my shoulder to find him behind me with murder shining in his eyes. “Who the fuck did this to you?”
She tries to shake her head in my hold, my eyes snap back to hers and I see the defiance spread across her face. She sets her shoulders and tries to stand up taller, she juts her chin out and narrows her eyes at me.
“What part ofyou are mine, don’t you get?” I growl, pushing closer. “Nobody puts their fucking hands on you.” I spit the phrase like it’s poison.
“I’m not yours,” she rumbles back, the people watching us no longer existing.
“You are, you just haven’t caught up to where I’m at,” I purr, tightening my hold just a little to get my point across. “But make no mistakes, Shadow, no one touches what’s mine. I will burn the fucking town to ash.”
“Sam?” Brantley says from over my shoulder. I can hear his words, but it sounds distorted, like cotton wool is in my ears. “Remember what I said to you the other day?”
“Yeah, so?” she snaps back, and I hear his harsh breath as he steps closer to my back.
“He ain’t lying, sweetie, now if I was you, I’d tell us the truth on who hurt you,” he growls, and I can feel the rage rolling off him in waves, this is too close to home for the pair of us. He knows I’m close to losing my grip on the darkness within me, and I know he’s trying to remedy the situation before it gets too far.
“Kylo bro, let her go,” he says putting his hand on my shoulder and trying to pull me back a step. I snarl in warning as I stare at her. “Kylo,” he snaps again. I release my grip, allowing him to pull me back. I take my eyes off her, looking down at the fucker on the floor.
“If I see her with a mark again…” My words break off, because Brantley cleared his throat behind me. I turn my attention to her, eyes narrowing. “Don’t ever fucking lie to me again.”
