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I charged at hi a second to think, and

Every nerve ending was firing like I was out on the field bracing for another hit My skin tingled, sparking like ain its way

For the angry kid standing on a doorstep to a house that would never be home

For the scared kid thrown fro unwanted

And for ht find that happiness that would never be there again

I rammed my shoulder into his stomach

His back slammed into the floor and his fist connected with the side of my head

My ears rang

Shouts echoed all around ed toward us

“Stop the on

“Ezra, stop it!” a woman screamed

Johanssen’s eyes widened His bloody lips parted and his head whipped around, searching over his shoulder as he let go of my jersey

Willa Goodwin stood on the outskirts of the lad Jules wasn’t here I’d rather face down anything other than her fear and disappoint

Moments later, I sat in the Coach’s office, Johanssen’s blood still on my knuckles The water from my uniform dripped into a puddle on the floor around me