The Quintillion Superstar System

8. The Secret

Chapter Eight

“Leave me alone ,I am not your slave and you have no right to bully me !” Vincent said while trying to stand up from the dirty floor of the toilet.

“Look at this dude , do you know who we are ? How dare a nobody and trashy toilet cleaning slave talk to us like that !” One of the student shouted while kicking Vincent in his face with his legs till his lips cut and blood started coming out:

In a dimly lit and decrepit bathroom tucked away in the corner of the university campus, a young man named Vincent found himself trapped in a nightmare.

The stench of dampness and neglect filled the air as he timidly entered, hoping to find a moment of respite from the chaos that awaited him outside.

Vincent’s heart was pounding with unease because he couldn’t believe that his coursemates, a group of affluent students known for their disdainful attitudes, had singled him out to bully and treat them badly when he did nothing to them . They had cornered him in this desolate restroom, their laughter and taunts echoing in his ears.

They all wore the latest expensive designer clothes and reeking of superiority, they seemed to relish the power they held over him.

The ringleader, a tall and imposing figure named Damon, sneered at Vincent , his eyes gleaming with malice. "Look at what you get when you decide to join us in this school when you’re a complete nobody who can’t even afford 50,000 dollars for dues. That money is what I buy my dog food with," he said, his voice dripping with contempt. The others erupted into laughter, fueling Damon's confidence.

Vincent 's heart sank, his eyes darting around for any means of escape. But the windows were too high, and the door felt miles away. Fear clenched his chest, his breathing becoming shallow as he braced himself for what was to come ,his body was a bit weak since he fought with the music producer that was cheating on his girlfriend and also the policemen beat him till his bones ached, all because he was poor and a nobody in the society.

Without warning, the pack pounced on Vincent , their fists and feet transforming the bathroom into a battlefield of brutality.

“Arghhh , stop it! It’s painful”

“What are you doing to me!”

“Let’s fight this like men, one on one “

“Arghhh?! Damn it !” Vincent kept shouting but they gang up on him and hit him harder when he tried to fight back, they were like 13 of them on him.

Blow after blow rained down upon him, the force of each strike accentuated by the deafening silence of their assault.

The pain was excruciating, each punch and kick sinking deep into Vincent 's flesh, leaving behind visible reminders of his torment.

His body convulsed with agony, his cries of pain muffled by the overwhelming fear that consumed him. Blood stained his face, dripping from his swollen nose and split lips.

As the onslaught continued, Vincent 's mind raced with a mixture of desperation and anger.

He wondered why they targeted him, what he had done to deserve such cruelty. But the answers eluded him, lost amidst the haze of pain and confusion.

With each strike, Vincent 's will to fight back weakened, his body growing heavy with the weight of his assailants' hatred.

He felt like a wounded animal trapped in a cage, unable to defend himself against the relentless onslaught.

Minutes turned into an eternity as the assault persisted. The pack seemed to revel in their sadistic pleasure, their laughter mingling with Vincent 's anguished cries.

“”Look at him , squeaking like a rat and some poor homeless dog. The toilet is where you belong!” Damon spitted on him.

They were oblivious to the suffering they inflicted upon him, their privileged lives blinding them to the consequences of their actions.

Just as hope seemed to wane, the bathroom door creaked open, a sliver of light piercing through the darkness.

The assailants froze, their expressions a mix of surprise and fear. The figure standing in the doorway was a professor, his stern gaze condemning their brutality.

With a commanding voice, the professor ordered them to stop, his words laced with a mix of disappointment and anger.

Slowly, the pack retreated, their faces etched with a newfound sense of shame. They left Vincent battered and broken, his body trembling with exhaustion.

As the professor approached him, a mix of empathy and concern filled his eyes. Tenderly, he helped Vincent to his feet, supporting him with a steady hand.

“They deserve to be punished or expelled after what they did to me” Vincent complained

"You're not alone in this, you have to be careful and stay low because those kids are untouchable, their parents are stinking rich and there is nothing I can do about it even if I am a professor because I want to keep my job ” the professor whispered, his voice carrying a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness.

Together, they walked out of the bathroom, leaving behind the remnants of a painful chapter. Vincent knew that the scars, both physical and emotional, would take time to heal.

But in that moment, he found solace in the presence of someone who saw beyond the facade of wealth and power.

Though the pain lingered, Vincent held onto a flicker of resilience, vowing to rise above the cruelty that had engulfed him. In the face of adversity, he would find the strength to rebuild himself and rewrite his story.

“Here , take this 20$ and go get something to eat. Your eyes are sunken and you look super hungry, “ the kind professor said, squeezing a 20 dollar note into Vincent's bloody and dirty hands.

“Thank you for helping me , I need to go and finish washing the other bathroom or I will get expelled for not paying my dues” Vincent said and the Professor nodded and left him all alone.

Vincent sighed and decided to go and wash the girls bathroom thinking it will be less violent since girls are not known for fighting.

Slowly, Vincent managed to pull himself up in the girls bathroom that is now empty because school is over , using the cracked sink for support. He examined his bloodied reflection in the grimy mirror, tracing the bruises and cuts that marred his face. The scars would heal, but the memory of the torment would forever remain etched in his heart.

With determination etched on his face, Vincent straightened his posture and stepped out of the bathroom, leaving behind the dark chamber of cruelty.

As he walked away to pick up the wet mopped and bucket, he vowed to rise above the pain, to prove that his worth was not defined by the cruelty of others.

There is a secret that nobody knows about Vincent till a girl caught him in the bathroom when he was washing the girls toilet even though he was in pain and blood covered his entire body.