Thrown out, your dad slams the door so hard it damages. bruised and bloody, you pant on the floor, licking the metallic crimson from your lips. How beautiful you looked... even with a cracked phone screen, held in your devastated and trembling hands, you call the contact...

"Dumbass Chan." on your phone.

A motorbike nearly running you over where you laid on the curb, he looked down at you, tilting his head and licking his lips. "...And you said this was my fault?" He scoffed, shaking his head. The drugs planted in your locker during the search was just meant to be a dumb joke, it meant nothing to Chan, but behind his pity-filled gaze, there was some remorse.

He bent down to try lifting you up, his hands going under your arms and holding you firmly. In a fit of rage and resentment, you kicked him over onto the curb with you, pinning him down and gripping his neck to slam him against the pavement. "FUCK!" He groaned in pain and something else. You were gonna fucking kill him-

"Harder..."