Chapter 4: Short & Feisty

After having to wait half an hour for Kenji's nose to stop bleeding, Kenji suddenly asks, "What time is it?" Mr. Dewitt glances up at the clock that hangs over the door. Upon noticing that neither hand moves, Mr. Dewitt mutters a few curses before pulling his phone out of his pocket.

"Oh wow," Mr. Dewitt says, "It's 4:30! I'm sorry, you probably would have been fixed up sooner if we hadn't of chatted first AND if I didn't have to go hunting for tissues." Mr. Dewitt focuses his sky blue eyes on Kenji, who upon hearing what time it is, grows pale. "Your Mom likes you to be home at four, right? Maybe if I call her and tell her what happened..." His voice trails off as Kenji furiously shakes his head side to side as a wordless "no."

"Please don't... If she found out she would over react," Kenji whispers, and once again, pinches the fabric of his shirt sleeve. It is a wonder that Kenji's long sleeved shirts don't have hole in them with how often he pinches and plays with the sleeves. "In fact, she is probably already here. I should go before-" He gets cut off as the door is opened with a shocking amount of force.

"Kenji, are you alright? What happened?" A short, yet fierce looking woman asks, meanwhile ignoring both Mr. Dewitt and I. She cradles his face in her hands, meanwhile giving him a quick kiss on the forehead. I can't help but stare at her. She seems familiar...

"Where is he sweetie, where is the man that hurt your Mommy?" A short woman, with her hair in a neat bun asks me. Her eyes look different... People with different eyes are usually from Japan. Is she Japanese?

"Where is the student who did this?" She asks, shifting her gaze from Kenji's slightly puffy nose to Mr. Dewitt and I.

In the distance, the faint creaking sound of a door being opened can be heard. Upon hearing it, the woman, or more accurately, the police officer dashes around the corner, and out of sight.

"Whoever it is, I want them punished! I want them-" her current voice fades away as it is replaced with a holler.

"STOP! PUT YOUR HANDS UP! PUT YOUR-"

BANG!

BANG!

Kenji's mother slams her hands down upon Mr. Dewitt's desk. This action startles me. It is terrifying just how much anger can be held within such a tiny woman. "Kenji, if you won't tell me who hurt you I'll just ask your friend!" With a frustrated sigh, Kenji's mother shifts her gaze fro Kenji to me.

Her eyes seem to fill with fire as she recognizes me.

Or, perhaps more accurately sees his features within me.

"Did you do this?" She hisses. As she stares at me, awaiting an answer, all I can think of is a Bobcat. Like a Bobcat, despite being small, she can still inflicted a lot of damage.

I'm not sure which bothers me more... That fact that she thinks I am like him or that I would ever hurt Kenji. Why would I hurt Kenji? Why would anyone ever hurt Kenji? Sadly, my brain almost automatically comes up with an answer.

Kenji is an easy target.

He is delicate, like a rare flower...

"Did you do this? Answer me!" Kenji's mother screeches, and her malicious gazes sends a shiver down my spine. Just as Kenji's mother opens her mouth, likely with the purpose to scare me into answering her, Kenji's quiet voice fills the room.

"I tripped."

"You seem to trip a lot," His mother responds, all the while her gaze never leaves my face. "You better not be lying to me.

"I t-tripped," Kenji says, with a shaky voice. "Don't y-you know h-how e-embarrassing it is to be c-clumsy? Mom, p-please stop b-bothering my f-friend." Upon hearing Kenji's voice shake, she shifts her gaze from me to her son. It is amazing how quickly her malicious gaze shifts to that of a worried look.

"Thank you for taking care of him, Mr. Dewitt," Kenji's mother says softly, before exiting with Kenji in tow. This action surprises both Mr. Dewitt and I. Mr. Dewitt, who had looked extremely nervous throughout the whole confrontation, emits a deep sigh.

"That was intense..." Mr. Dewitt mutters, meanwhile tidying up his desk. "She gave you quite the scary look..." Mr. Dewitt doesn't look at me, and doesn't ask out right... But I know what he is trying to say... 'How does she know you? Why does she seem to hate you?'

If I told him... If I told him who my father is, and what he did, would he still look at me the same way? Would he still treat me as kindly?

"She must have had a bad day or something," I say, before making a quick exit. I can't tell him... More importantly, I can't tell Kenji. If I told Kenji, I would lose the only friend I ever had.