The Tormenter

Short Story
By Stephanie Geary

Sitting outside the school gates, I wait nervously for Stan Foster to come out of class. My mind whirls at the prospect of seeing him, knowing what I must do. Nerves and fear play a part in making my decisions. I can see a crowd forming, they have heard about what will be happening shortly. Hands in pockets, I glance at the growing audience, knowing that I am about to be put on display and that I must perform. My hands are clammy, and I wipe them roughly down my school trousers. I pull a handful of change from my pocket and count the coins.

Not enough, I need more.

What will he say about that?

I see him making his way out of the school, a group of friends surrounding him, offering him encouragement. They all look this way, none of them wanting to admit that they play a part in this scenario. As they get closer, I feel my heart racing, adrenaline kicks in and I feel ready. My eyes never steel away from his, I stare him down and gulp down on the salty saliva building up in the back of mouth and throat. I feel nauseous, but I know that is due to the fire burning in my gut.

Racing towards Stan, I see the fear in his eyes as he sees me, his secondary school bully approaching him. He looks at me, tears ready to spill from his eyes and I feel the raw fear that comes from his every pore.

And I love it.

I wish that I didn’t! I feel the hold that I have over him and the feeling of being powerful is like a drug I can’t get enough of. I clench my fists eagerly.

My audience waits as I approach my prey; all eyes are on me. I cannot let them down.

 

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

WordPress.com.

Up ↑

Katie's Book Cave

My Book Cave full of fabulous books and authors

Wander with Nicka

I read, I travel; I become

Rina Kay

Japanese physicist in London

Niamh R Blogs

Niamh R Blogs

justlifeinpieces

a little piece of every day...

Finding Satori Blog

"No dead flowers gonna grow 'til the dirt gets wet." - Beck

Rosie Amber

Book Reviewer, Avid Reader and Bookworm. Campaigning to link more readers to writers. People do not forget books that touch them or excite them—they recommend them.

Rebecca-LD

Law student obsessed with anything beauty.

Hannah Brann

BEAUTY & LIFESTYLE BLOG

HayleyReviews10

There’s no such thing as too many books.

The Coffeeholic Bookworm

reading books, sipping coffee, raising a family

nadiaharhash

living in the shoes of a woman

littlepoppyandfrank.wordpress.com/

An ordinary Mom, her little girl and a toy monkey named Franklin. Tackling Motherhood one dirty nappy at a time.

%d bloggers like this: