The Sound of Revenge

I'm such a monster!

Jarrod knew about Rage. He had seen me. He had been watching me. What a creep! Not only was he abusing me but now he was pretty much stalking me too.
“I saw you had a thing with one of the guys there. What was his name?”
“Darcy” I said almost crying at the sound of his name. Poor Darcy. By helping me he had now been pulled into this mess. All thanks to me.
“I don’t think he’d want you dead” Jarrod smirked. What? Was that a death threat? My head was throbbing and my heart was pounding out of my chest. It was like that dream. Jarrod with the axe except this was real. Thankfully he didn’t have an axe as yet but he didn’t need an axe to kill me. He strode towards me with incredible speed. I didn’t have enough time to duck out of the way from his powerful hands. He put his hands around my neck. I could feel my oxygen slowly draining away. I tried to cough but I couldn’t, I had no air. I was praying in my mind.
Please somebody come. Please somebody help me. Please. Anybody.
“So are you over Drew now eh? On to this Darcy guy. Do you sleep around or what? Musical men. Change your guy every week?” he smiled. I couldn’t feel his hand on my neck anymore, even though I knew it was there.
“Darcy” he thought. “That’s more of a name for a donkey than a man.” He was trying to make me angry but I didn’t care. He could insult me, but I would not let him insult Darcy. My arms suddenly went into action. I began ripping at his arms. His neck. His face. Pulling skin from him with my nails. This was going to turn ugly. He let go of me and groaned in agony. Blood was dripping from his right cheek and both of his arms. Never underestimate the power of a girls nails, I thought to myself. I grabbed my bag and ran. I was suddenly frightened about what I had done. He couldn’t tell anyone of course, that would mean turning himself in for violent abuse. I was scared that I had done it though. Me. The least violent person I knew. I wouldn’t even slap someone or kick anyone. I wouldn’t pretend to either. I hated violence, yet I had just ripped through Jarrod’s skin. I felt like a complete monster. It hadn’t taken long for the anger to drain out of me. Now I had tears streaming down my face. My phone started buzzing.