Chapter 37 Consequences
Liam sat outside the principal’s office, his bloodied hands resting on his lap, his fingers slightly curled as he stared at them, lost in thought. The crimson stains on his knuckles had begun to dry, forming dark patches against his pale skin, and yet, even as he looked at them, he felt... nothing.
No regret.
No satisfaction.
Just emptiness.
His mind kept replaying the events from moments ago, as if trying to make sense of what had happened, as if trying to understand how he had lost control so completely. He had been in fights before—plenty of them—but no matter how bad they got, no matter how angry he was, he had never fully lost himself the way he did today.
Even when he had fought those thugs at Amanda’s house, even when his anger had been boiling over, even when his rage had consumed him, there was still a part of him that remained in control. He had been reckless, but he was still him. He could still think. He could still decide when to stop.
But this time... this time was different.
This time, there had been nothing but a void.
The moment Kane had spoken about his mother, something inside him had snapped, and suddenly, it was like he had been shoved into a dark abyss, like he had been locked inside his own mind while someone—or something—else took over his body.
He couldn’t remember what he was thinking while he hit Kane.
He couldn’t remember thinking at all.