Kayven sat all alone at the stone table. Friendless. Rejected. Angry. His classmates were playing a fun game of basketball but never with him. He stared at them, his face red with anger. A ball hit him. It was Evan, the coolest guy in class. Kayven’s fist clenched tight. That was definitely on purpose.
“Trying to pick a fight?” Kayven snarled, his eyes bulging with fury.
“Come on, man! It was just an accident!” Evan retorted.
“What accident? It was on purpose!” Kayven’s voice raised by several decibels as his growing irritation was evident on his face.
“Well, then go and report to the teacher!” Evan dared him and flashed a grin.
Kayven spat in his face, spewing all types of vulgarities in Hokkien towards him.
“Come and see me in my office now!” a familiar voice bellowed. It was the tigress principal. Shucks! In trouble again. Kayven’s father was summoned and he came swiftly and kept apologizing on his behalf. Kayven was definitely a troublemaker in everyone’s eyes.
Soon, Kayven returned ‘home’. The door slammed hard with a bang behind him as Dad stormed in. Seething with rage, he shot him an angry glare.
“Give me trouble again, right? You good-for-nothing rascal!” Dad’s dark look was like an impending thunderstorm.
“No…no…” Kayven replied softly, his former courage melting away like a fast-depleting candle. If looks could kill, he would have withered there and then. His body broke out in cold sweat as he was immobilized with fear. How he wished his mother was around to shield him from his abusive dad but she had left. All because Dad was angry all the time.
Slap! His father raised his hand and dealt him a stinging blow. A palm print appeared instantly! Flames of rage surged through his body. As if that was not enough, his dad took out his police baton and brandished the mean-looking weapon in the air, about to lunge any time.
“Please, Dad! Not the baton! Please!” Kayven pleaded as his face blanched white in trepidation. A barrage of violent blows ensued. His father was like a seething dragon as he hit him repeatedly as if he were a slave. His cowardice swallowed the crushing fury.
Kayven knew Dad would not stop until he had exhausted his last ounce of strength on him. His body stiffened as he steeled himself for the continuous beating as merciless echoes of violence echoed into every nook and cranny of the house. Finally, after what had seemed like eternity, his father slumped onto the tattered sofa exhausted. Kayven sniffled and choked back his tears as he lay on the floor like a torn ragged doll. He dared not infuriate his father further. Dad was a beast whenever he was angry.
Countless were the times that Dad had ravaged his villainous fury on his body. Still, he could not bring himself to hate his father. His eyes fell on a penknife on his table. Bitter sensation of fury, misery and resentment filled him. He knew what he wanted to do the next day. It was all - his fault. He flashed a smirk. His anger would redeem him. Evan would be dead meat.
“Trying to pick a fight?” Kayven snarled, his eyes bulging with fury.
“Come on, man! It was just an accident!” Evan retorted.
“What accident? It was on purpose!” Kayven’s voice raised by several decibels as his growing irritation was evident on his face.
“Well, then go and report to the teacher!” Evan dared him and flashed a grin.
Kayven spat in his face, spewing all types of vulgarities in Hokkien towards him.
“Come and see me in my office now!” a familiar voice bellowed. It was the tigress principal. Shucks! In trouble again. Kayven’s father was summoned and he came swiftly and kept apologizing on his behalf. Kayven was definitely a troublemaker in everyone’s eyes.
Soon, Kayven returned ‘home’. The door slammed hard with a bang behind him as Dad stormed in. Seething with rage, he shot him an angry glare.
“Give me trouble again, right? You good-for-nothing rascal!” Dad’s dark look was like an impending thunderstorm.
“No…no…” Kayven replied softly, his former courage melting away like a fast-depleting candle. If looks could kill, he would have withered there and then. His body broke out in cold sweat as he was immobilized with fear. How he wished his mother was around to shield him from his abusive dad but she had left. All because Dad was angry all the time.
Slap! His father raised his hand and dealt him a stinging blow. A palm print appeared instantly! Flames of rage surged through his body. As if that was not enough, his dad took out his police baton and brandished the mean-looking weapon in the air, about to lunge any time.
“Please, Dad! Not the baton! Please!” Kayven pleaded as his face blanched white in trepidation. A barrage of violent blows ensued. His father was like a seething dragon as he hit him repeatedly as if he were a slave. His cowardice swallowed the crushing fury.
Kayven knew Dad would not stop until he had exhausted his last ounce of strength on him. His body stiffened as he steeled himself for the continuous beating as merciless echoes of violence echoed into every nook and cranny of the house. Finally, after what had seemed like eternity, his father slumped onto the tattered sofa exhausted. Kayven sniffled and choked back his tears as he lay on the floor like a torn ragged doll. He dared not infuriate his father further. Dad was a beast whenever he was angry.
Countless were the times that Dad had ravaged his villainous fury on his body. Still, he could not bring himself to hate his father. His eyes fell on a penknife on his table. Bitter sensation of fury, misery and resentment filled him. He knew what he wanted to do the next day. It was all - his fault. He flashed a smirk. His anger would redeem him. Evan would be dead meat.
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