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We all have our own way of dealing with anxiety. Drugs, gambling even murder and Butch is no different. Bone on bone is his favorite way ever since he was young however this time he went overboard.
Blood dripping down his hands and the face of the fucker who dare to try him on his worst day.
“Maybe you’ll think twice before trying to spread that stupid bullshit. I am afraid of nothing and I hope this got the message clear to EVERYONE!” Silence as people stood in dismay.
He dropped his victim as hard as he could on the cold tile floor of the hallway. He always felt better when he had control over someone or something, but this time the feeling was different.
“BUTCH JOJO MY OFFICE NOW!” Butch turned around to see Principle Keane staring him down.
“So someone still snitched.”
“NOW MR. JOJO”
“Alright alright.”
(Good going dumbass! You’re in the dog house for sure.)
(Shut up not the first time to be suspended won’t be the last)
(You heard Mojo say what would happen if you got suspended again.)
(Yeah and I don’t give a shit.)
(But you do dumbass.)
This constant internal battle never stops. The feeling that was supposed stop continued to linger and as Butch entered the office it only got worse as he saw his Father waiting for him.
“The hell are you doing here?”
“I was summoned here by her now sit down son.”
“Tf is Mojo at?”
“Aww now Butch aren’t I enough for you? I am also your father.”
(Yeah and the literal devil.)
Butch sat down next to HIM and faced Ms Keane for her response.
“This is the last straw Butch. This is the fifth fight in under a month we cannot continue to tolerate such behavior.”
“Maybe you should ask about the behavior of the ones that provoke me.”
“Mr. JOJO!”
(Cut it out Butch you’re already in deep waters.)
“Calls it like I sees it Ms. K not my fault rats don’t know when to keep their mouths shut.”
“That is enough! You left a student with open wounds and a broken jaw for crying out loud Butch!”
“Chicken shit deserves whatever he got.”
(Butch..)
“Mr. Jojo you are here by expelled!”
“Expelled?! You can’t do that!”
“ I can and I will! Multiple parents calling me fearing the safety of their children because you cannot control your temper!”
“My temper???? How about the fucks that’s always starting the shit!”
“Butch you are different than them!! You have powers that can cause earthquakes and getting into fights is how use them?! I thought we were past this!”
“JUST BECAUSE IM DIFFERENT DOESNT MEAN I DONT HAVE EMOTIONS JUST LIKE ANYONE ELSE IN THIS HELL HOLE!!”
Just then the entire room went silent. Ms. Keane was in a trance standing behind her desk not speaking or moving.
“Myyyy that was a wonderful show just then.”
Butch noticed HIM wasn’t there anymore.
“What do you want HIM I know you’re here for a reason.”
“I only want to help you Butch… I know your true feelings.”
(Crap..)
“Anxiety is nothing but fear of the unknown and what’s already known.”
“I’m not anxious.”
“I never said you were. But thank you for clarifying.”
“What do you want HIM. Stop dicking around!”
The room around him began to distort he was becoming dizzy.
“YOU MIGHT WANT TO WATCH YOUR TONGUE BOY! Now I’m only here to help you. I know you wouldn’t want Mojo to catch wind of this.”
Mojo has been going on and on about an education is needed for us since we’re “turning over a new leaf” bs. The last thing Butch needs is for Mojo on his ass again.
“Okay.”
“Though I am all for the suffering of others…she is right you know..violence because you can’t deal with your emotions is child’s play. I’ll keep this incident from Mojo. All you need to do is to find another “coping mechanism” to help with your problem.”
“And why are you doing this?”
“Like I said Butch I only want to help my son. Or I could let this conversation continue, let you get expelled and let you deal with the monkey.”
“Okay okay..”
“That’s my boy lucky for you it’s spring break you have until the end of the week to deal with your tempers.”
“A week?!! Are you serious!??”
“Ah Ah Ah..”
“Ugh.. fine.. so what are you going to do about her.” Butch pointed to Ms. Keane
“Don’t worry all will be well now you should head home son. Give my regards to the rest of them.”
Everything went back to normal except Ms. Keane was passed out at her desk. Butch looked at the clock 5pm an entire two hours of being stuck in literal hell. He grunted and decided to take Ms. Keane home. After dropping her off he reached the door of the laboratory tired and annoyed. He entered and bolted straight in his when room when he was greeted with his older brother.
“Get the fuck out.”
“Oooo sour much. I only wanted to remind you it’s your turn to do laundry for the week. And the machines are down so it’s the laundry Matt this time.” Bricks smile was wicked and evil just like HIM
“Nope seems like you guys just won’t have clean laundry.”
“I heard about today.”
Butch’s heart stopped
“Wouldn’t want anything to slip now would we.”
“You don’t what you’re talking about.”
“I don’t? Should I ask Mojo then I’m sure he’ll know..right?” Brick had a bag of quarters and threw them at his feet. “Now then. I’ll bring mines and Boomers, I hope you get some rest bro. You’ll need it. Oh and HIM says Good luck.” Brick winked as he exits his room. Butch took the quarters and placed them on his nightstand. He proceeded to plop on his bed to simmer in his thoughts.
(Bravo Jackass making a deal with the devil?? Seriously even if he is your father.)
(Whatever. I just want to sleep.)
(Lame ass.)
“Ahh.. it’s going to be a long spring break..”