Bully//Corbyn Besson (COMPLETED)

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Third Person POV

Corbyn was in the shower, when a loud bang was heard on the bathroom door.

"CORBYN!!" A male voice screamed, they were also kicking the door, failing the attempt to bust it open.

"OPEN THIS DOOR!!" He heard him scream again.

Confused, he climbed out of the hot shower, wrapped the towel around his waist for the second time, and unlocked the door.

As soon as the lock was turned, the door got slammed open, nearly hitting Corbyn.

Behind the door, was Tim, looking like he was bouta kill some bitch

"I've wanted to do this for so many years, but never found an excuse to do it. But now I finally have."

Corbyn just stared at him blankly.

Then, a punch was swung. Corbyn, being as smart as he is, ducked from the punch, and Tim punched the wall instead.

Corbyn threw three punches to the face of his stepdad.

He ran into his room, and exchanged his towel to a pair of boxers and shorts.

Somehow, the fight ended up at the bottom of the stairs.

Saskia tried to stop them, but failed.

They both continued their fight, until Corbyn blocked a punch from Tim, and took advantage, and tried to hit him, but Tim moved, and Corbyn punched Saskia instead.

She fell to the floor, and Tim stopped trying to hit Corbyn, and attended his girlfriend, who was laying on the floor, trying not to show the pain she was in.

Corbyn then also attended her side.

"Mom, I'm so sorry... it was an accident." He quickly said.

"It's fine, honey. I know it was an accident."

"It's fine?" Tim yelled. "No, it is not fine! He just hit you."

"It was an accident." She said, defending the person who raped her; her son.

"I give up." He said, and walked off.

He stormed to the door, and opened it.

Standing behind the door, scaring Tim, was the police.

"Uhh, ye-yes, can I help you?" He stuttered.

"May I come in?" The man politely asked.

Tim nodded, and the man was followed by a woman.

"We're looking for a Mr Corbyn Besson." He said.

He didn't say/do anything.

"Are any of you Corbyn Besson?" The woman loudly spoke.

"What's it to you?" He said, drawing attention to himself.

The pair of them walked up to him.

"Well, I'm guessing it's you." The woman spoke. "Actually, I remember you. Didn't I come here for you a few years ago, for murdering someone?"

"I don't know, did you?"

"Yes, I did. You haven't changed much. You still prance around the house like a fairy without a shirt."

Corbyn was offended.

"Say that again!" He challenged, getting in her face.

"You prance around like a fairy with no shirt."

He hates being insulted. Absolutely hates it.

He smacked her. He hit the police woman.

Then, the man tried to grab him, but he ran into the kitchen, and pulled out a sharp kitchen knife.