Boy In The Bubble

○● Chapter 1 ●○

It was 6:48. I was walking home. The air was freezing and I kept sniffling. Blood was running out of my nose. The breeze hurt my new bruises. I gained a few new cuts to my face, too.

I stepped into the gate, I noticed I was all alone. My mom's car wasn't in the drive.

I opened the door and flicked on the lights, closing the door after me. I walkes to the kitchen and opened the fridge, getting left over chicken.

I didn't warm it up. I was fine with it's current state. Taking a bite, I thought back to the fight.

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"Get back here you pussy!" The kid shouted at me. I turned to the kid, glaring at him, he stepped back a little.

"What did you just call me?"

"Pussy." He shot back.

My heart started pounding, my chest screaming, my mind was running everywhere.

The cold air circled us, getting ready to watch us fight. I'm no pussy.

I put my hands up, "I'm ready for a fight, if you aren't too chicken-shit." I told this kid.

Suddenly, he swung. He through a left hook, and he broke my nose. Blood was runing down my clothes. I bet, from a different perspective, I looked sick as hell.

"Punch me again! Do it! Show me how strong you are!" I laughed out loud.

He punched my jaw this time, I focused my eyes on him. I smiled like a psychopath. Maybe i am one.

He looked at me confused before I jumped onto him like a wild animal and started swinging at his face.

A punch here, a swing there. Poor kid looked so pathetic. How many times do i need to show these people not to mess with me?

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I put up my plate after throwing away the chicken bone. I walked into the living room just sitting there. The door opened. I covered up my face so she wouldn't know.

I didn't want trouble, expecially not from my mom.

She walked into the living room. Suddenly saying, "Boy you better tell me what they did to you."

"You don't wanna know the things I had to do.."

"Son, you gotta tell me why you're black and blue."

I said, "I didn't want trouble.."

"Then what did you want."

I thought about it for a second, thinking. What DID I want?

She sighed, "Go get cleaned up, then go straight to bed, you have school in the morning."

I nodded going into the bathroom looking at my face. I had a new cut on my right cheek bone and on my forehead, a black eye forming and a bruise on my jaw.

I looked badass.

I took off my hoodie and shirt, looking at the bruises there too, one looked really bad. I sighed, shaking my head. At least he got more then I did. I thought to myself.

I cleaned off my face in a hurry, then went to my room, laying on the bed. I closed my eyes, thinking about how much pain I was gonna be in tomorrow morning. I chuckled, oh well.

I slowly drifted to sleep.