Chapter 51 Wrath Of A Bullied Kid 2

Victor’s POV

I despised him. I despised them all but no amount of my hatred could ever surpass the vile I felt for him.

He sat in his chair staring at me from his glasses, elbows placed on his desk and fingers intertwined together. He held a silent expression, watching but if one stared just enough then at the right moment would they see the smile underneath.

Flashbacks attacked me instantly with the presence of his face in the dark room where my pain lived. I had been inflicted by so much bullying that for the first time in my life, my soul lost meaning and all it could think about was what it would be like to kill someone. To watch their face beg for their life the same way I begged them to set me free from their torture.

I used to think that those sort of thoughts solely belonged to monsters. Only monsters had thoughts like that and only the devil took lives, yet here I was.