Rage, Run, Revenge
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Rayver's POV
We had just finished our practice for the upcoming pageant this week. I was about to go home when the organizer suddenly called me over. I quickly went to him and told Bianca to go ahead.
I got to where the organizer was in no time. He talked to me about the pageant and even congratulated me for my great performances.
He also told me that he wouldn't be around tomorrow because of an important meeting, so he asked me to facilitate in his place. I couldn't say no, so I just agreed.
We ended up talking for quite a while, to the point where he started asking me questions he really shouldn't have been asking.
What a creep.
I couldn't find the right moment to cut the conversation short, but thankfully, I spotted Andrei from afar, talking with Justin and Kristine. Eventually, Andrei left—
"I'll be going now," I told the organizer, not waiting for his response as I started walking away.
"Alright, handsome!" he called out after me, waving as I continued walking without looking back.
More than half an hour later, I noticed Andrei suddenly heading in a different direction—turning right when the bus stop was to the left.
"Where's he going?" I muttered under my breath, watching him closely.
I couldn't resist calling out to him.
"Andre—"
I didn't even finish saying his name when, out of nowhere, two men appeared and started following him.
Just from their clothes, I could tell they were up to no good.
"Damn it."
I let out a frustrated sigh and immediately started walking faster to follow them, picking up my pace until I was almost running.
Andrei suddenly started running, and so did the two men chasing him. I had no choice but to run as fast as I could too.
"This is ridiculous," I muttered, already feeling my temper rise.
I couldn't stop—not when stopping meant losing sight of them.
The place we ended up in was dark, with hardly any houses around. The road was full of potholes, and I was starting to feel pain in my feet, but stopping wasn't an option.
Andrei eventually couldn't run anymore, and the two men caught up to him. One of them grabbed his hair so violently that he fell to the ground.
Even from a distance, I could clearly see what they were doing to him, and I kept running despite the gap between us.
They kept hitting him. Andrei tried to fight back, but things only got worse—one of them punched him so hard that he collapsed, unconscious.
My blood was boiling. My hands itched to fight.
"Hey!" I shouted, my voice sharp with anger as I caught my breath from all the running.
I spotted a metal rod nearby, snatched it up, and swung it hard at one of the men's heads.
He didn't even have time to react. The blow was so strong that he dropped instantly.
"Oh, trying to act tough, huh?" sneered the man who had punched Andrei.
I didn't hesitate—I was about to strike him too, but he caught the rod before I could hit him.
Then he kicked me hard in the stomach. The pain was so intense that I fell and dropped the weapon.
He immediately grabbed the rod.
"What now?!" he barked before hitting me again and again.
I tried to shield my head with my arms, but the blows kept coming. He kicked me repeatedly while shouting curses.
Then I saw Andrei regaining consciousness, struggling to get up. The man didn't notice—he was still focused on hitting me.
Andrei spotted a large rock nearby. Without the man realizing, Andrei grabbed it and smashed it against his head, making him stumble and lose his balance.
I got up, snatched the rod from his hands, and struck him hard. I didn't stop hitting him, even as blood began to trickle from his face and head.
"Who's pathetic now?!" I shouted, still fuming, my grip on the rod tight.
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"It wasn't just the bruises on his face I wanted to erase—it was the pain I saw in his eyes."
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