Vengeance of the Returner

Chapter 161: Anger issues

The sun was about fade. It was a radiant pleasant evening but, not for Nix. He was in a special class that day so, he was made to leave the school late that day.

He was walking to his house wearing a band-aid on his nose and had bandages wrapped around his knuckles and wrists as well.

It was his first fight ever. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to claim that he nearly destroyed Kumar's face. If it weren't for the school staff things would have taken a turn.

The consequence he had to face after that gave a huge impact on his life this was also why he didn't begin to socialize with people and how he started to become a short-tempered person.

He was conservative since the start and certainly, he was inborn with that trait but, the fact Kumar wouldn't accept the very mistake he did, made him question if he was really his friend since the beginning.

As he crossed the road where the all-girls school was located, he was blocked by a few of the delinquents from the slum and cornered to a crooked lane.

"Are you the one that beat my brother?"

A guy over five foot eleven inches tall asked grabbing him by his collar behind him appeared Kumar. With band-aids around his face, wearing an angered expression on his face. 

"I did."

Nix admitted it.

"Ohh? Ohh? Look at this bastard acting all heroic!"

He sneered and headbutted Nix.

"Ahh!"

He yelled and fell to the ground.

"You thieving piece of shit! You dare attack my brother?" The guy with the bald head and a tattoo on his hand question looking down on him.

"Your brother Kumar did you fucker!"

Nix yelled and threw punches randomly while he was getting completely destroyed. Within a few seconds, he fell limp and received blows all over his body for few minutes until they were satisfied.

"You've made a mistake Nix... You shouldn't have touched me."

Kumar warned and left him along with his gang.

"Arggh!"

He groaned and leaned against the trash can holding his stomach feeling the aching all around his body.

After taking twenty minutes of rest he got up and slowly walked out of the lane and walked towards his house.

Abruptly a little creature came rushing towards him. 

"Wooww! Wooww!"

"Haha, You been waiting for me? I thought you'd leave..."

Nix laughed and opened his backpack and gave him a biscuit.

"Woow! Wooow!"

As wanderer pounced and licked his wounds Nix smiled and played with him rolling on the floor without giving a damn about the gazes or the world.

He picked him and continued walking placing him on his shoulder with a smile towards his house.

His mother was startled as soon as he walked in wearing his untidy torn clothes with bruises and a swollen face.

"What happened to you? Your teacher called me that I should meet him tomorrow because you fought a kid and stole someone's money."

"I didn't do it mom and it was my classmate and I was falsely accused..."

He said indifferently and walked in.

As he washed his face tears dripped down his face while the mirror reflected his unshaped face. He was angered by the very fact that he was falsely accused and moreover he was attacked for nothing.

He wiped his face without showing a clue that he cried and sat before the Tv. His mother walked towards him with a first aid kid and nursed him with an angry gaze.

"You wounded him right?"

His mother questioned.

" "

He didn't reply and continued watching tv. His mom pressed the ice cube with immense pressure and stared at his eyes that were red.

"Did you cry?"

"no..."

"You did not make any mistake to top it all off your bullied and your crying now... I and your father didn't rise you this weak. Did we?"

She said and slightly hugged him.

"We will place a complaint."

" "

Nix just quietly cried in her embrace and his father came into the house with a dull expression on his face, tired from work and seemed drunken.

"What happened?"

He questioned.

"Your son was beaten and falsely accused of stealing a wallet in school."

His mother answered in Nix's place.

"Ohh? Leave I will put some sense into him."

He said and sat next to him.

"So son? Won't you talk now?"

"Yes..."

"What happened?"

His father asked caringly disregarding his own problems.

"Next time beat him in the school. I understand you didn't do it. But don't let others bully or trample you. Fight back... Even if you no one to back you up. I and your mother will support you."

He said with a warm smile.

The following week Nix healed his wounds taking leave from school and the school authority complained about Nix to his parents and blamed them for not raising him right.

Most parents would certainly not motivate their children to beat others but, it was certainly a good choice when no one was there to back up an individual. Bullying was quite extremely low in India but that doesn't mean it didn't happen.

He began to jog in the morning with Wanderer and passed by Kumar's slum a few times. He trained his stamina although it wasn't much he worked out in his home to overcome the trauma which his father suggested and forced him to do.

Recently his father began to come home with gifts and there wasn't any proper answer from him and he seemed happy some days and sometimes he seemed enraged. He had also turned into a drunkard.

He got back to school and was not disturbed by Kumar or his gang members. Though he was isolated from others and treated poorly. People bullied him and he never left a day without a fight. He didn't put up with any of them and fought with those who disturbed his life or slightly disrupted his lively hood. This also gave birth to his anger issues.

Every time someone tried to bully him he fought back, which gave him unique popularity among his school members yet, the rumor of him stealing didn't stop and to top it all off he was accused as a bully too.

He knew for a fact that Kumar would steal people again since he hadn't refrained himself from stealing more than a few weeks. so he waited for the right time for it to happen again. He didn't want to rise a fight on his own rather he was at peace so he didn't want to spoil it.

As he expected a few days later, the time he yearned for happened. he was suspected by his class teacher. In those recent days, it was a nonchalant job for him to go back forth to the headmasters' office and classroom. This time he accurately saw Kumar stealing someone's phone yet, he was accused.

"That was him sir, and I haven't stolen from anyone. Hope you'll understand that."

He grimaced at the teacher and pointed at Kumar.

Kumar's face turned stern as the teacher angrily rushed towards him and grabbed his bag.

"Sir... I don't have anything inside it."

Kumar said in a startle while Nix glared at him.

"Tch, I know. This is just to prove that he is wrong."

The teacher said and snatched his bag away and went through the bag and found the phone. This was the moment he wanted.

Later the teacher apologized to Nix for accusing him. Just in the lunch break, a fight broke out between him and Kumar.

"You mother fucker! You did it didn't you?"

He said grabbing his shirt.

"Tch, man you are still whining about it? Why would I do it? Are you perhaps trying to act like an innocent?"

Nix said in a mocking tone.

Thud! 

Abruptly he punched Nix's face.

In an all-boys, there are a few entertaining things and one of those is watching a fight. As soon as the fight broke out crowd encircled them and among them were few of Kumar's friend and some neutral people that liked to observe Nix's fight regularly.

He forced himself on top of him and kept on stabbing the guy. His face showed nothing but rage. He didn't give attention to his surroundings nor the cheers and curses.

Some boys kept on cheering up.

"Nix! Nix! keep on punching! Kill him with a Jab!"

While others cursed.

"You Bastard! Wretched son of a bitch!"

Suddenly Kumar pushed Nix and began punching him and those who cursed at him rushed in and began attacking him from the rear, front, and every direction that they found comfortable. He began bleeding severely, his blood dripped on the tiled floor and his white school uniform was battered and dirtied up as it had his blood and dirt on it.

Nevertheless, he swiftly dodged some attacks and began punching everyone that fell in his sight while gritting his teeth. His knuckles and his face were swollen while his eyes showed reddish color similar to blood.

He picked the class desk and swung it without care and fought like a beast. As Kumar's friend took their steps back he used other objects which led him to get a suspension. Kumar was hospitalized the following evening and Nix was sent to the police station.

It was the last fight he ever had as a fight broke out with his Father the following night. His father seemed dull as though he lost a gamble and appeared to be drunken as usual but this time it looked like he had lost his salary to top this pressure off Nix had made a mess.

He was freed from the station but both his mother and father wore a saddened expression. 

"We did say to fight back... But not to the extent of making him hospitalized. That kid's father is a loan shark who abuses and tortures people for money and his elder brother is a past murder convict. How are we supposed to live in this town from here on?"

His mother questioned him while his father wore a stern expression.

"You Idiot!"

His father slapped his face.

"What the fuck have you done???"

Nix furrowed his brows unable to understand why his father was behaving like that.