#he raised a bratty daughter that gets away with literal terrorism

[me-and-my-hyperfixations]

When those super Anti-Silco people talk about how scary, abusive and controlling Silco is with Jinx, but the only time we see him try to discipline her she flat out laughs in his face.

Suggesting she hasn’t been disciplined enough. Even when she goes out and murders and commits terrorism.

He is a bad parent, just not in the way you think he is lmao. 

[voraciousvore]

Boarding School for Giants (15/25)

***Content Warning: This chapter contains violence/ blood***

------ Chapter 15 ------

I didn’t know how long I laid in the drawer, crying my eyeballs out, but I knew I had to get up eventually, despite feeling so distraught and broken inside. I didn’t have much of a choice, really. If the human-hating principal came back and found me inside the drawer, he might literally kill me, and my mom would get her wish. She wouldn’t have to deal with a bratty, useless daughter like me any longer. I sniffled pathetically and wiped away the last of my soggy, bitter tears. I couldn’t let her win. I had to be stronger. Spiteful anger flared up inside me, bolstered by sorrow. I would show her! 

I slowly sat up, pushing my phone into my pocket. I felt so drained, and I still had to climb all the way back down from the desk to the floor. I heaved a painful sigh. My arms were aching from climbing, and my legs still ached from biking all week. If nothing else, living in a giant world was going to make me very fit. Assuming I would survive, of course. I shuddered and hobbled to my feet. 

Suddenly, I heard a dreadful sound, indeed the last possible sound I would ever want to hear in my situation. A key was jiggling in the lock to the door of the office. My heart dropped into my stomach. It couldn’t be possible. How was the principal here? Now of all times? I surged forward and gripped the fishhook hanging from the front of the drawer, reeling it inside to hide it. I didn’t have enough time to cleverly stash it anywhere. I dashed deeper inside to the back of the drawer, hiding behind a giant box of staples. I waited in silence, my heart pumping wildly. 

I heard the click of the lock, and the giant door creaked open. Time seemed to freeze for a moment as whoever opened the door paused. I heard huge footsteps slowly thudding across the floor, around the desk. What little light filtered in through the opening of the cracked drawer was blocked by an enormous body, leaving me swallowed in darkness. I was terrified. In the dreadful, suspenseful quiet, I could hear steady masculine breathing from massive lungs. I felt horribly infinitesimal and vulnerable, compared to the giant outside. Why was he here? Did he know I was inside?

Abruptly, the drawer was pulled open, flooding the space with light. My heart bounced from my stomach to my throat in fear. A monstrous hand with hairy knuckles forced its way inside, rifling through the oversized office supplies. I cowered in the corner, with nowhere else to run or hide. The hand came closer, effortlessly pushing the obstacles to the side. I considered, for a foolish second, stabbing at the flesh with my fishhook, but I realized I still wouldn’t be able to escape, and what a terrible idea it would be to make the giant angry. The fingers bumped into me and stopped their violent search, squeezing my small form in immediate recognition. 

“Aha!” the giant declared, roughly closing his fingers around me. “I knew you were in here!” He forcefully dragged me out inside his massive fist. I involuntarily cried out in pure terror. He laughed cruelly and glared down at me. He was colossal, towering over me and engulfing me in his inky shadow. His dark eyes blazed with hatred under his bushy eyebrows. 

“H-how…?” was all I could manage to squeak out. 

“How did I know you were in here?” the giant finished my question, raising me up to his vast face. I flinched away. Using his free hand, he pointed a thick finger at the upper corner of the room. My eyes followed to find a security camera staring back at me. 

“It’s a private camera I had installed a while back that feeds directly to my house. It’s motion sensitive, so it alerts me if it sees somebody sneaking around. I rushed over here as soon as I was aware of your debauchery,” he explained in his baritone voice. “Judging by your destination, I’m willing to bet you were trying to steal your phone back, were you not?” 

When his answer was met with silence, he tightened his fingers around me savagely in an implicit threat. “Yes!” I gasped out, before any of my bones snapped. He loosened his hold on me, setting me down in his open palm.  

“Give it to me,” he demanded in a low, growling tone, gesturing with his other hand. I knew better than to refuse this time, and reluctantly relinquished my cherished device to his free hand. He maneuvered the phone, so ridiculously tiny to him, in between the tips of his thumb and index finger. He looked me in the eyes deliberately, smirked, and with a light squeeze smashed the phone between his fingers, easily shattering it into shards of metal and glass. 

“Hey!” I cried out in protest, without thinking of the consequences. My phone had been destroyed! I was so upset. My only link to the human world was gone. My hands balled into fists. 

“Is there a problem, little human?” the principal snarled, coiling his fingers around me again in a crushing grip. I shrieked with pain and fear, remembering again how fragile I was in the hands of a cruel giant like him. I shook my head frantically. He leaned in closer to me, close enough for me to feel his hot, sour breath. 

“You know, breaking into the principal’s office is a serious offense,” he threatened. I whimpered. After the emotional whiplash I had gone through only moments before, I couldn’t stop tears from dripping down my cheeks. “I can’t let you go without some sort of punishment.” I felt a wave of dread, unable to conceive what he planned to do with me. 

He reached back into the drawer, fishing around a bit before pulling out my handmade grappling hook. He rubbed the wicked edge with his finger thoughtfully. “This will do nicely. The punishment shall fit the crime.” A black horror clawed at my guts. 

Without warning, the giant slammed me down on the desk, pinning me on my belly with his enormous fingers. I struggled, but my tinny movements were no match against his gargantuan strength. He took the fishhook in his other hand and used the sharp edge to slice through the back of my shirt, tearing it open and exposing the bare skin of my back. I lost my mind at the unhinged ruthlessness of his actions and started to scream in panic, pushing against his fingers fiercely. 

He drew in his face inches from mine, filling my vision with his immense grinning lips and teeth, framed by his black facial hair. “Scream all you want,” he said with his loud bass voice in my ear. “Nobody will hear you.” He laughed long peals of vicious laughter that sent a shiver down my spine. The cold metal of the giant hook touched my skin. He traced the curve of my back lightly with the sharp tip. “I’m going to enjoy this.” 

Searing pain shot through me as the hook dug into my skin and tore down the full length of my back. I screamed and screamed and screamed as hot blood gushed out of the wound. Another slice followed down the other side, tearing me open anew. The principal continued to laugh sadistically, as if he were a cartoonish evil villain in a movie. I was in hell. The giant flipped the hook around and started beating me with the solid blunt side. While the strikes to him were probably nothing more than light strokes, to me the solid metal was ramming into my back with agonizing force. I pleaded with him to stop, begged him to forgive me my transgression, but he refused to relent, showed me no mercy. Eventually, whether from the blood loss or the pain, I passed out. 

When I came to, the first thing that shot at me through the blackness was pain, awful pain. My back was alive with sharp, hot agony, all over, from my shoulders to my hips. I tried to raise myself off the ground with my arms but my body was too weak. The black in my vision faded to gray, until the room swam into focus and I could discern I was no longer in the principal’s office. I was back in the human dormitory, sprawled out on the floor next to the table in the kitchen. I assumed the principal must have dumped me here, not wanting to leave me bleeding out all over the desk in his office. The thought of that abusive beast of a man carrying my unconscious, battered body here, hiding me in his hand from anyone who passed him in the halls, severely creeped me out. 

I shivered. My body was feeble and cold. My upper half was wrapped up in my shredded shirt, soaked with blood. I tried to get up again, but was confronted with a heaving stroke of dizziness and collapsed back down. Nausea climbed into my throat and I dry heaved bile onto the hard ground. I probably needed medical care, but there was nothing I could do for the time being except lay on the floor helplessly. I lost consciousness again. 

I woke up again, this time later in the evening. I groaned and finally managed to work my way into a sitting position without my head spinning. The room was dark, the light coming in from the windows fading to a deep blue. I struggled to get to my feet and stumbled to the bathroom on sickly, frail legs. My reflection in the mirror was waxen, my eyes hollow with dark circles underneath. I looked almost as terrible as I felt. I turned around and peeled back my shirt to examine my burning, throbbing wounds. 

I audibly gasped. The sight was horrific. My back was stained black and purple with one big, livid bruise, all the individual bruises having melded together into an amorphous whole. I had two long gashes through my skin that were crusted over with dried blood, while still leaking fresh fluid. I wanted to cry. While the slashes weren’t deep, I wasn’t sure if they would heal properly without stitches. I realized with misery that there was nobody here to help me. Mr. Henderson wouldn’t be back until tomorrow, and I wasn’t too keen on entering the dormitory for the giant boys to seek out Joey, especially with my unpleasant memories from last time when I was carried in there against my will. With how bad my injuries were, I didn’t want to risk it. Furthermore, I didn’t know where the nearest hospital was, and I couldn’t exactly walk there myself even if I did. 

I resigned myself to my fate, at least for tonight. Even though I had been passed out for most of the day, I was exhausted and could barely stand without feeling lightheaded. I shuffled to my bed and fell down on top of it, my head swimming. I huffed in misery and curled up in the sheets, letting fatigue take me away from this cruel world, if only for a little while. 

The morning came all too soon. This time I woke up not just because of the searing, throbbing wounds in my back, and the pounding in my head, but also an irritating thirst that left my mouth and throat unpleasantly dry. I got up slowly, to prevent myself from passing out on the floor, and gulped water from the bathroom sink. Overnight my oozing wounds had soaked through my nightshirt. I didn’t have any bandages, so I put on a double layer of shirts underneath my school uniform to wick away the excess drainage, hoping nobody would notice. After I made myself reasonably presentable for school, I regarded my backpack for a moment, then decided there was no possible way for me to put that thing on my aching back, and left it behind. I stuffed a pencil and some sheets of paper in my pocket and headed out. 

As if the universe wanted to dump more agony on my shoulders, it was pouring rain outside. I didn’t have a raincoat or umbrella either. Perhaps I had been fortunate not to bring any of my books or my bag, because all my school supplies would have gotten soaked through anyways. I sighed and turned to the bike rack. My bike was not there. I rubbed my eyes in disbelief and did a double take. Oh shit. My bike was still in the principal’s office. A surge of nausea and dread flowed over me. I guess my bike was lost forever now, because there was no way I was going back voluntarily to the principal’s office to reclaim it. 

It would be impossible for me to get to school on time by walking there, rather than biking. Maybe if I skipped breakfast I wouldn’t be too late. I sighed again, and started the long journey. I wasn’t one to give up easily; I would have to try. Unfortunately, in my current physical state, I wasn’t sure if I could even make it without fainting, with all the blood I had lost. I already felt a bit woozy just walking, struggling to put one foot in front of the other. Today was going to be a horrible day. 

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