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.

saw her climbing the stairs to the second floor,

she can't do it.' Noah kept trying to convince

didn't dare to believe it, knowing that he was in

Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!

his little sister's

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

felt, Grace's panicky voice kept penetrating his eardrums akin

stop, stop, god, please stop her, god

each scream he heard, Noah's eyes get duller and duller like his soul was being ruptured

his bruises were fading away with his soul, seeming like his mind had turned off his

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

to the sound of his sister crying for his

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

inside his pocket and held the kitchen knife in

he walked towards the staircase and climbed it even though his legs and thighs were packed with

he reached the second floor, he

and Grace's yells were still resounding throughout

even the nanny's raging voice resounded

Noah heard nothing but beeping noise,

out of there, you little

he saw was

bed while peeking with

was picked from

in his full mental capacity, he would have sighed in

he was already far

the back as silent

akin to a vulture and hurled himself

in, forcing her to turn around

was a mere nanny in her forties, making her unable to react in time even

Psspspspspsp!!

lodged entirely inside...Because the knife wasn't removed, blood didn't gush out but leaked through the