The Power (Extract)

‘Little cry-baby,’ sneered the bully, ‘you’ll have plenty more to cry about in a minute.’  He threw the satchel into the branches of the tree. 

 

A wave of pain and hatred coursed through Louise as she struggled to sit up.  She stared intensely at the bully, glaring at his bovine face and dumb brown eyes.  Why don’t you just fucking die, you bastard, she thought, focussing all of her fear and hatred through her eyes at him.

 

The boy’s jaw fell slack, as if he had been hit in the head with a hammer.  The gleeful spark fled from his eyes and he slumped forwards onto his knees.  Blood poured from his nose as he fell forward the rest of the way onto the ground, without a sound.

 

Louise screamed.  I didn’t mean to do it, no I didn’t, please don’t let him be dead. 

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