Noah tried to shield his face, but Eric was in full beast mode, striking with the precision and fury of a trained boxer. Each hit sounded like thunder. His knuckles connected with jaw, cheekbone, chest—he was aiming to end him.
“Noah!” his mother screamed, her heels clicking furiously as she ran forward.
My mom and dad rushed too, but no one could get through fast enough. Teachers tried again to separate them, but Eric was wild, possessed, determined. His fists kept swinging, even as Noah bled and struggled beneath him.
The crowd was screaming now. Phones trembled in students' hands as they recorded. Some looked away. Others watched in stunned silence, unable to believe what they were witnessing.
Then—a voice.
Sharp. Loud. Thunderous.
“ENOUGH!”
Everything froze.
Even Eric’s fists s
