"Geez, stop! You'll kill him at this rate?" Opal yelled as she pushed Eric lightly with her heel.
Eric finally let go, breathing heavily as he stared down at his handiwork. However, he didn't feel any sense of concern or remorse. He was solid on the fact that they deserved whatever treatment they got for treating him like a worthless "shit."
The last of the group—the one manning the entrance row and the last one standing—saw the mess and made a run for it. But Opal pivoted on her heels and dashed after him. After a while, she dragged him back to the corner, pushing him against the wall.
The thin, sandy-haired boy gasped for breath, as Opal pinned him to the wall.
"I-I… I'm sorry… I didn't do anything… I swear!" he stuttered, trying hard to breathe.
"I know," Opal replied, eyeing him like he was a helpless weakling. "For you, why be a part of this nonsense group? Were you bullied till you follow their orders?"
