Death disguised as beauty

Detention

An entire week of detention for what, well

Flashback

"Good morning, miss Luthor, " were the first words I heard as I entered the classroom, by the voice of the person who I was trying my best to reach class before Mr.' there's a stick up my ass' 

"Good morning Mr. bottomer" 

"Child, how many times do I have to correct you, it's Bott then Mer, not bottom-er." please I said it the right way he's just difficult " Detention" 

"WHAT!?"

"Watch your tone, miss Luthor"

"Why am I getting a detention shouldn't there be a warning first"

"No, you only get a warning when it's the first time you've done something wrong"

"But this is the first time I've ever been late to school or your class"

"I know" HE KNOWS he f*****g knows so 'WHY THE HELL AM I GETTING DETENTION!' 

"TONE! miss Luthor" he screamed as he slammed his hands to the desk, all eyes were on him he's a d**k I'll admit that but he has never shouted or lost his temper before at least not with me "I am sick and tired of this Kara, a week of detention will certainly straighten you out" He called me Kara damn is it me or did Mr.'there's a stick up my ass', done gone lost his mind

I looked at him with venom in my eyes I couldn't see my face but I know if looks could he would have been on the ground convulsing and foaming at the mouth "Have a seat, miss Luthor". 

End Of Flashback

 Now here I am stuck at school with the one and the only Bottomer "How much longer?" I asked him, 

"Not much longer," he replied, half-witted. I looked around trying to find something to occupy my time since my brother destroyed my phone and Mr. B over there took my watch away because I was playing candy crush on it and forgot to mute it, I banged my head on the table in frustration "Stop that" I ignored him 

"Ms. Luthor, I said stop" still ignoring him, I continued banging my head on the desk

"That's enough!" he said as he gripped my hair, pulling my head back to look up at him. What the hell, when did he even get up? 

 He looked me straight in the eyes and said, "Not a word." Like, who the hell does he think he is,

"Let go of my hair, " I said with a calm voice when really inside I was furious "Shut up," he said as he slapped me, that was it I slammed the desk into his stomach and got up. The next thing I knew, he tackled and pinned me to the floor. And out of nowhere, he started biting and sucking on my neck I wanted to throw up "Stop, " I said, trying to push him off me 

"Shh, It'll be over in a sec," He started pulling down my pants, I screamed for bloody murder, he slapped me again and told me that if I didn't shut up, he would shove his d**k down my throat, well I rather die trying, I screamed louder if that was even humanly possible but Mr. B staying true to his words, put my hands above my head and shoved his member down my throat, "I told you to shut up," he said while smirking, the thing is he didn't know I had him right where I wanted him I bit down hard and blood started gushing everywhere his grip on me loosened which gave me the opportunity and finally push him off me, I got up and ran like there was no tomorrow.

As I was running, I realized no one was at school, not even one-eyed Bob, the janitor. Wait, is that a crowbar? Well, I'll be dammed there was a Crowbar sticking out of the janitor's closet and a thought popped into my head, accompanied by rage and an enormous appetite for revenge.

 I took the crowbar and headed back to where dear Mr. B was, and there he was, writhing in pain on the floor. With my crowbar in hand and a psychopathic smile on my face, I slowly walked towards him and waved the crowbar from left to right. His eyes followed me as I got closer he started shaking "Wh- what are you going to do with that?" he asked with fear in his eyes 

"Here's a clue," I said as the crowbar connected to his now mutilated d**k. He screamed at the top of his lungs.

"Go head scream all you want, no one will hear you" I continued to clobber him not stop, I was hitting him so hard I think I broke something, I know I broke something.

 After I don't even know how long of hitting Mr. s**t face, 'which is what I'm calling him now, ' I finally calmed down, and with calm always comes realization. I just kill someone crap what the hell am I going to, wait a minute I won't do anything it was self-defense he tried to r**e me for god's sake but then again if it was self-defense I would have stopped with the first two hits wouldn't I-, screw it; I picked up Mr. s**t faces phone and called Antoine "Hey you remember that favor you owed me," I said as he answered the phone "Kara?"

"Yes, it's me, now do you remember?"

"Of course I do"

"Good, come to my school now and hurry" I hung up the phone, not waiting for a response.

According to The now deceased Mr. B's phone, it's been ten minutes since I called Antoine I was about to call him again when I heard "Holy s**t Kara what did you do?" Antoine finally,

"How did-,"

"Don't ask. You killed somebody." 

"Thanks for pointing that out genius, now can you deal with this or what"

"For a price, yes, and I take card, cash, and ass as payment, whichever you prefer." I really don't have time for this "Antoine"

"Yes ma'am"

"I want all this gone now you have until 4 am got it?"

"Yes, don't worry, I'll take care of everything." with that I left.

Showering was the first thing I did when I got home. I scrubbed my skin, trying to erase the feeling of his hands on my body; while brushing my teeth, I zoned out what snapped me out of it was my bleeding gums. 

Following the instructions of Antoine, I burnt everything I was in, even my shoes. Finally finished, I wrapped myself in my blanket and sat in silence until the rattling of the doorknob pulled me out of the deep abyss that is my mind.