Thread: New Kid [Amigar & Fox Writer]

Of course she does! if she didn't you wouldn't be protesting it so much! she's nothing but a two penny whore taking it up the ass for anyone who pays her enough money! and i'll bet you that you'll be following in her footsteps any day now you filthy slut! dirty freak! he laughed, stalking away. i'm not the one whose got something wrong with me freak! your the one with a whore for a mother! he called back, his boys laughing easily as they followed Nathan out to the back so they could smoke weed and talk shit and do other naughty things. as the week went by Nathan made sure to make as many people miserable as possible. if only because he felt like being nasty. Nathan only went more nasty after the bathroom incident. turning his vicious tongue on everyone and anything, eve the teachers got a good dose of it. no one did anything though. one of the girls that John had helped had taken to hanging around him here and there and helped him after Nathan got done with him. she had been going to school with Nathan since they where six so she knew more about him than most. she told John that Nathan hadn't always been that way. when they had been children he'd been really sweet and nice but the older he got the nastier he became. she told him that the reason why no one ever really actually stopped Nathan was because they where all scared of his father, who was some bigwig lawyer. none of the teachers wanted to do anything. the last time a teacher stood up to Nathan and actually tried to do something, his father had the teacher fired and charged with 'slander and defamation'. the once teacher had to move to another state to get away from the ensuing abuse from Nathan's father. she also informed him that everyone was aware that something bad had happened. had to be bad for someone to actually threaten expulsion but that no one knew what and that was why they where all backing off, because they didn't want to cross a line that Nathan had clearly crossed. on Friday things where different. he picked on John the way he normally did in the morning but by Lunchtime he had stopped, as if he was getting tired of picking on John and the others and by the time school let out he hadn't said a word to a soul. not even his own boys or to the teachers. he just walked around as if the world didn't exist and Anna, the girl who had been hanging with John, muttered that he was probobly as high as a kite on crack or something. it seamed like something Nathan would do. at the very least everyone had a bit of a break and some of the other students went and apologized to John for being such dicks and leaving him on his own like that. nervously checking all the while to make sure that Nathan wasn't going to breath hell-fire down onto them. he didn't even look at John for the rest of the day. or anyone else for that matter. it was enough that a good portion of the school relaxed. later that night, in the little while house with the little white picket fence, just like clockwork the yelling began. the other neighbors where all very used to the screaming and yelling that issued from the house every Friday to Sunday night. the father screaming at his 'no good waste of space freak of a son'. yelling at his 'no good slut of a wife'. the wife yelled back ore often than not though no one ever heard the son actually yell back. the words continued to spill out across the lawn and into the air, the lamp posts on. normal people would have been in bed at that hour, instead the son was just getting home. couldn't blame the kid for that since every time he walked in the door while dear old dad was home the fat bastard started screaming at him. this time the son actually raised his voice back, just for a half a sentence and the shit really hit the fan, the loud crack of skin hitting skin and a broken, startled cry and then more sounds of flesh hitting flesh, sharp cracks that sounded extremely painful. then the follow up. Get back here you dirty freak and take your beating like a man! the sound of a door slamming and a slender figure darting across the lawn, nursing a bruised arm and clutching a black ye as he launched himself over the white picket fence to hide in-between the white fence and the rose bushes. the poor guy was going to get coated in scratches, hiding behind the rose bushes like that.