"Huh?""What did you say?"
"I said... leave her alone."
Kick!
I hit the floor hard, pain surging through my side.But I didn't care.I wasn't scared.I was boiling over with rage.
While lying there, my eyes caught something—A half-finished packet of hot curry spilled from the counter. Some of it had survived.
Venny stepped closer, crouching just enough to sneer into my face.
"You f**king b*tch. You got balls, huh? How about I break them for you?"
He reeled back for a kick.
My instincts kicked in.I rolled away and grabbed the curry packet—And with all the fury in my soul, I threw it straight into his face.
Splash!
"Aaah!! F**k! It hurts!!"Venny screamed, staggering backward, clutching at his eyes.
That was my chance.
I grabbed the glass on the nearby table, didn't hesitate, and—
CRASH!
It shattered on his skull.
Venny hit the floor.
Motionless.
I stood there, panting, my hands trembling from adrenaline.My body was aching all over but I didn't feel a thing.
"I... I did it. I f**king did it!" I cried out, half in disbelief, half in triumph.
Then—
Wham!
Elijah tackled me from behind, slamming me to the ground. He got in a few punches—maybe more—but I didn't feel any of it. My mind was somewhere else.
"F**k, you okay?" one of them shouted, rushing to Venny.
But he didn't answer.He was out cold.
Panic set in.
"Yo—he's not waking up!""Sh*t—he's bleeding!"
Lyra, unnoticed in the chaos, had already dialed the police. Her voice was trembling as she whispered into the phone.
"We need to go—NOW! Elijah, grab him!"
They scrambled, lifting Venny between them and rushing out the door like cockroaches fleeing the light.
Silence fell.
Lyra dropped to her knees, letting out a broken sigh. But the fear on her face hadn't left.
"Lyra... are you okay?" I asked quietly, voice raw.
She didn't reply.
Instead, she stood, turned around, and walked into her room.The door clicked shut behind her.
...
I actually beat Venny.Holy sh*t.
My body was wrecked, but I felt—strangely—light.Relieved.Like I had finally done something right.
Tomorrow was going to be hell.But for now... I wasn't the coward anymore.
Still, Lyra...
I glanced at her door, guilt creeping in.
She was terrified. She saw everything.
Feeling like I owed her something—anything—I limped out and bought her favorite spring rolls from the nearby store. She used to light up every time she had them.
Maybe they'd help.
I knocked on her door gently and held them out.
She took the packet without a word—And shut the door again.
…
Maybe she didn't want to talk.Maybe she was just scared.Or maybe she was just done with her shitty brother.
The night felt longer than usual.
Every ticking second reminded me of what had just happened—Venny on the ground.Lyra's silence.The spring rolls left untouched outside her door.
I lay in bed, staring at the cracked ceiling, still tasting the blood in my mouth. The bruises were settling in now. Each breath hurt. But none of it compared to the weight in my chest.
She saw everything.
And I couldn't get her eyes out of my head—Not the fear.Not the way she looked at me like I was a stranger.Like I was part of the chaos.
My phone buzzed.
1 new message.From: Unknown Number"You're dead tomorrow."