"THAT'S f*****g BULLSHIT!" I clenched my fists storming down the hall. I'm not my father, I'm nothing like him. Raw anger shot through me like a bullet and rage pulsed through my veins. "f*****g PIECES OF s**t" I stopped abruptly and began to pace the hall, I clenched my jaw and swung my fist as the first thing that caught my attention. The metal of the locker rang as I jabbed my fist against it repeatedly, the skin began to rip away exposing the bloody flesh underneath. "NILE!" My mother's voice shouted towards me but my rage blocked all of my senses. I didn't feel the pain as my fist collided with the locker door, blood began to smear on the metal. "f**k!" I hollered, anger filled my body but I couldn't help but feel sadness creep it's way into my mind. My mother's arms wrapped aro
