Day 5; September 7, 2019

"What a waste of shit," Weston said.

I continued to cough up blood. My hands were covered in shards of glass and nails. This feeling of pain was something I have never felt before. Nail holes were centered among one of my hands. I'm pretty sure that my arm was crucified, because from my wrist up to my elbow it was pure pain. The bone had to have been fractured down the middle. No matter. I didn't have the money to pay for the medical bills anyways.

My gaze followed Weston and his new gang member, Joey. They both had those deadly smiles, covered with the grime of evil and lies.

"Is the kid gonna cry now? Grow up you little bag of shit!" Joey yelled. He spat at the ground in front of me.

They strolled off to take care of other prey, walking off to finish other prey of the morning.

I was starting to get tired of their bullshit. I know I said I don't like drama, but I will start shit if I have to.

I winced as I tried to get up. I held my arm, but the pain only worsened. I took my hoodie, revealing my plain white shirt to the public, and used it as a sling for my arm. It was the best I could do for now until I could get my hands on bandage wrapping from the nurse's office.

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"Are you sure your okay?" Jenny asked me.

"Yeah I'm fine. I just need to get some bandage wrap, that's all."

"Even so, those assholes need to show some respect to people and not just themselves," she vouched. It was only the second day of meeting her and she was already a great friend to me. Speaking of friends, I still haven't seen or heard from any of those bastards that left me to get beaten up that day. The thought angered me.

After telling Jenny the story, she started to ask multiple questions, mainly if I was okay.

Like yesterday though, she left to go see her friends. I kept her name crossed off, but this time, I went straight for Weston and Joey's names and circled them immediately.

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I tried to apply some numbing cream to the arm as well, but it didn't do much. My arm was throbbing now, and I was afraid it was going to get infected. But I simply just went through it and put the bandage wrap on and put the arm in the makeshift sling I made earlier. The pain started to calm down, but it still hurt.

I went downstairs to my dad's gym area, where I immediately got down to business. I started kicking in various ways at the punching bag, sometimes as hard as I could, other times I did different styles to see which worked best. For the rest of the day, I worked as hard as I could. I remember the sweat dripping off my head and onto the floor, creating various small puddles. By 8:30, I was breathing heavily, out of breath from kicking so much. It was time for bed. I went to check on everybody. Dad was on the couch, asleep, while mom was in their bedroom on their bed.

As for my brothers, they were dead asleep in their room. For once, it felt a little good to smile. It had been a while, but I finally smiled. Not only was I glad my brothers were asleep, but I was relieved that it was friday.

I didn't have to go through more pain for another two days. Although its going to take weeks to heal, I can't wait to show them the payback and pain they deserve. Only 95 more days and it all comes down to their choices of life or death. Obviously, I will never forgive them of the pain they put me through.

Then, a great idea came to mind. An evil smile started to emerge from my face, a plan unfoiling in my head.