The Scarlet Night

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Chapter Four | Fight

“I swear to God and over my dead body I’m going to kill Mrs. Fucking-Merrit.” Cayeden sneered, storming away from the lunch line holding a tray of what was hopefully spaghetti and tomato sauce. Blayne stared at Jordeyn with a questionable gaze, inspecting every bit of her face for an answer.

“Later,” Jordeyn mouthed. Blayne nodded her head and ran to catch up with Cayeden. She latched herself to his arm and discreetly kissed his cheek. Everyone was walking behind but they knew he was blushing because his ears turned a vibrant shade of light red. Viktor scoffed and was silenced by Jordeyn digging her elbow into his side. She stared at him with cold, antagonizing eyes. He mocked her and was slapped across the face as a result. Before he could ‘punish’ her, she ran towards the lunch line.

“What’s her issue?” Viktor sneered.

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe, it’s because you almost took full advantage of her?” Azyriah answered. Viktor stared at him with questionable eyes. “Oh, don’t give me that look. You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

“No, no, I do. I just thought at this point you’d let it go.”

“You really think I’d let it go? You almost took advantage of a 17-year-old. You can’t just go around trying to kiss girls who are minors.” Azyriah was trying his best to keep his cool. He really didn’t appreciate all the attitude crossing Viktor’s face and it was taking all of his willpower to not throw him against the wall and knock him out.

“She was at the age of consent. And I was 18 at the time. When someone’s 16 and you’re 18 the age difference isn’t that -”

“You need to stop talking right now or I swear on your grave I will murder you.”

"You need to stop talking right now or I swear on your grave I will murder you,” Viktor mocked, “You don’t have the guts to kill me even if it was your deepest desire. You know that it wasn’t my fault your parents died after the war, it was yours. It wasn’t Jordeyn’s fault that her parents died, it was your fathers. It wasn’t my fault that your parents divorced before the war. They even told you. It. Was. Yours.” Az stared at him in disbelief.

“You’re kidding, right? You’re fucking kidding me. I’ve tried all my life to help all of you raise Jordeyn and this is how you pay me? By fucking blaming me for all of my god damn faults? I swear to God you better be thankful we’re at school or swear I’d-”

“You’ll what? You always say that you’ll beat me up. And on that topic, anyone else who mentally or physically hurts any of us. But you know that isn’t true. It’s always me who has to do it because we can’t fucking depend on you to do any of that shit. And you know it’s true. So for the love of God, stop playing the victim for once.” Tears slowly streamed down his face. His face flustered, bottom lip trembling, and out nowhere there was a loud, hard slap.

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