Little Battles by N.K. Smith

Author:N.K. Smith
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: The Writer's Coffee Shop Publishing House
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

I drove Sophie to school on Monday, while Jane and David took his Scout. She was quiet and so was I. While what happened last night desperately needed to be talked about, neither of us was willing to do that just yet.

As she went to get out of the car, I took her finger, wrapping mine around it. She stopped, but didn’t turn back to me. I wanted to tell her not to get high, but I had a suspicion that she already was. I wanted to tell her that it would be okay, but I had no real idea if that was true.

No words formed in my head, and so I released her finger and let her get out.

I walked into the school on my own and went to my locker to arrange the books as I always did. I hoped that Sophie was getting her books too, and not out in the woods with Jason.

I stiffened when I heard him. His laugh made me tense and when he called to me, I thought perhaps I would break myself with the pressure.

“Hey, D-D-Dalton!”

I should have just walked away. I wanted to, but instead I pivoted, and saw Chris across the hall with about four of his friends. He nodded to me, silently indicating he wanted me to come over. Like a fool I did, because I would rather have his fist buried in my stomach than hear his voice.

“Fucked your girl on Saturday. Did she tell you that?” He laughed as if what he said was actually humorous. His sycophantic friends laughed with him. “Funny thing, Dalton, she didn’t say your name once as I pounded into her.” Another laugh. My jaw clenched tighter as my chest seemed to grow smaller and my lungs closed, my heart feeling like it could rip the paper skin of my chest. It thumped harder and louder than it had in a while.

“And she was so fucking tight, D-D-Dalton, but you know what they say: the bigger the slut, the tighter the pussy.”

I didn’t want to listen to him. I didn’t want to hear his voice or the wicked cackle of his laugh as he stood before me with his friends, feeling like a big man for having sex with an unconscious girl. I couldn’t help but hate him. I tensed, but instead of fear causing me to grow anxious and panicked, the intensity of my hate for this one person boiled over.

My muscles coiled and my hands balled into fists.

Then pain in my hand registered within my brain and I realized that I’d hit him, my fist connecting with his jaw. I was sure that there was a lot of noise around me, but everything I heard narrowed down to Chris’s breaths and the blood thumping in my ears.

My instincts took over as my mind decided it would just sit back and watch this moment happen. I found myself straddling Chris’s chest as my fists kept flying down at his face. It was quite a surreal experience to watch my arms and hands inflict that sort of damage.

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