Supremacy Games

"You are really asking for it, shitty brat!" Infuriated, the nanny snapped immediately after being called miserable and struck him with metal soup spoon right in the face!

Thud!!

Noah got thrown back to the kitchen counter from the force...Blood started to seep through his noose akin to a broken water tap.

The nanny's mind was already clouded with nothing but fury to think for a second that hitting Noah in the face was going to be much harder to cover.

She simply kept striking him over and over again, venting on all of her built-in frustration for the past weeks on him.

As for Noah? He covered his head and curled into a ball again, trying to defend his vitals.

The moment the beating started, he completely forgot the kitchen knife in his pocket or his plan to retaliate.

Pain and fear consumed his mind, making it impossible for him to go as far as stab the nanny.

Who could blame him? Even most adults wouldn't have the courage to retaliate against their abusers.

If it was that easy, cases of domestic abuse would lessen and be replaced with news of men or women getting killed by their spouses.

Terror was a powerful tool that was hard to overcome for anyone.

After a couple of minutes, the nanny finally exited her frenzied blackout and started huffing in exhaustion.

The first thing she did was check on Noah...When she saw that the only obvious wound was his bloody nose, she relaxed her shoulders.

"Not opening your big mouth now, huh?" The nanny turned him around with her foot, making Noah's expression get twisted in pain.

All of his injuries were bruises that get easily aggravated by a mere breeze.

"You're lucky I don't have my belt on me." The nanny gave him one last cold stare before walking away.

Hearing her retreating footsteps, Noah was forced to fight through the pain and lift his head slightly.

the stairs to the second floor, his

she can't do it.' Noah kept trying to convince himself that the nanny wasn't going

he was in no form or shape to protect

Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!

heard his little sister's high-pitched terrified scream, Noah's

"Brother!!! Brother!! Stay away!!!"

voice kept penetrating his eardrums

stop, god,

like his soul was being ruptured apart

were fading away with his soul, seeming like his mind had

much to be done...Noah could ignore and tolerate everything that happen to

to the

silent as the night, Noah stood up on his feet. His eyes were wide open but at the

inside his pocket and held the kitchen knife in his

staircase and climbed it even though his legs and thighs were packed

second floor, he continued his walk

open and Grace's yells were

time, even the nanny's raging voice resounded

but beeping noise,

of there, you

bedroom's door, the first thing he saw was

stretched under the bed while peeking with her head almost touching

picked

still in his full mental capacity, he would have sighed in relief by the sight, knowing

he was already

from the back as silent as cat and tightened his grasp on

zoned in at the nanny's neck akin to a vulture and hurled himself without a single

The nanny's instincts kicked in, forcing her

her unable to

Psspspspspsp!!

knife pierced the side of her neck until it was lodged entirely inside...Because the knife wasn't removed, blood didn't gush out but leaked through the sides