Chapter 224

"Why didn't you slap him?".

It was enough to make me surprised and I wonder who exactly he's talking about.

"Do you mean Mr Clyde, I should have slapped a teacher???".

The words come out of my mouth with something of an incredulous tone but yet, the still look on his face, that complacent look that he's wearing tells me why not. Why shouldn't i have slapped him when he was clearly harassing me, when he has clearly been harassing me for the past four years we have been here.

I wonder how Scott got that piece of information and I remember once again that this school is practically a gossip house. I'm guessing that he could have simply asked anyone walking along the hallways and they would blurt out all my secrets to him.

The look in his eyes is deadly calm and I know that look isn't doing anything to hide the sort of anger that he's wearing.

"You are my sister, my only sister. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if something happened to you, I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I know that you were going through something which you could have avoided if only you were being brave enough to stop it".

"But seriously Scott, slapping a teacher is a bit too much isn't it?".

"It isn't too much if he is harassing you, it isn't too much if he has decided to carry out such an action for the past four years. It has simply become necessary is what".

His words make me stare at him, an incredulous look in my eyes.

"Aren't you surprised at why I am here?" He asks and it seems my mind begins turning round and round in a furious attempt to get what he's implying.

The moment my mind clicks on it, I'm actually surprised. Slapping a teacher or hitting a teacher with a bag of books on the end all the while knocking them out from such an impact should have gotten you a year of capital punishment.

Capital punishment in school is practically something like an expulsion, and for the most part of he should be charged to court for even doing such a thing, but yet Scott is sitting down here, scot-free, not even the slightest bit of hair out of place.

"Exactly how are you still sitting down in front of me?" I ask him and he give me something of a complex smile.

"The same way the principal does not see what goes on behind the classrooms, is the same way she does not care about what goes on in the classrooms. If you had decided to stand up for yourself, nothing would have happened. No one would have been punished and you would not have been as traumatized as you were now".

"Who told you that I am traumatized?" I ask and he gives me something of a smile.

"You aren't the only one who has secret pains you know".