Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother novel Chapter 315

Chapter 315

KESTER.

Every noise in the class faded.

I didn’t hear the laughter.

I didn’t hear the chairs creaking.

I didn’t hear my own heartbeat.

Just that one sentence. Echoing over and over and over in

my skull.

My fist crushed the pencil in my hand, and I snapped it in two like was a twig.

I stood up slowly. I don’t even remember doing it.

One second, I was staring at my desk, and the next, I was marching straight toward the back of the class.

I heard someone call my name. Maybe. I couldn’t tell. I didn’t care.

Troy was grinning like he’d won something.

He didn’t even get the chance to blink before I grabbed him by the collar and slammed his face into the desk.

I didn’t feel anything. Just this heat. Boiling really bad. Rushing through my arms. Through my head.

“Take it back!” I screamed. “SAY IT AGAIN!”

He tried to push me off, but I was already hitting his face repeatedly on the desk.

Everyone gasped, scrambling out of their seats. This was new to them. I had never fought or got violent before.

I didn’t stop.

He shouted once, but I didn’t hear it properly.

I hit him again.

And again.

And again.

I tackled him out of his chair. I heard screams. Desks banged, and chairs scraped as people jumped out of the wa look at anything.

dn’t stop to

My fists moved faster than my thoughts. I didn’t know what I was doing. I didn’t care what I was doing. I just needed him to shut up. I needed to stop the rage. I needed to hit something. Someone.

My mother is NOT a whore!” I roared, spit flying from my mouth. I hit his jaw. His nose. Something cracked. Blood sprayed. I kept going. “TAKE IT BACK!”

I couldn’t stop.

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I didn’t even want to stop.

His blood splashed on my sleeves, on my knuckles, on my face. His lends tried to pull me off him, but I swung an elbow and heard one of them yelp. They backed way.

“Kester! STOP!” Miss Lorelle shouted, rushing into the class. She grabbed my arms, but I didn’t stop. Something was buzzing in my body. I didn’t even feel like me anymore. It was like

Troy’s face was a mess. It was red and swollen. He was choking on hown blood. I think 1 knocked out a tooth, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t even there anymore. I was somewhere else. I was back at home. I was watching my mum cry again. Watching my dad slam the door. Watching myself crash into the closet like a scared little chicken.

Maybe that scared little chicken, was dead.

Three older students stormed in. They already had their wolves. So, they were supposedly strong. Two of them held me by both arms Tike I was some wild animal.

“He said he said- I tried to explain, but my voice cracked. It sounded like I was crying,