Kris refused to look up at Dr. Braxton. He refused in fact to acknowledge any of this shit happening right now. Braxton sat in front of him, a smile on his face, but otherwise silent. They sat in two wooden chairs in a fairly plush office. Kris focused on his feet, not the pain in the ass doctor in front of him.
"I'm not your enemy Kris." Braxton finally said.
"Like fuck you aren't, you big dildo." Kris mumbled. He'd heard that insult in Friday 13th part V, he'd been waiting for a chance to use it. Kris rubbed his foot against the carpet, as if he was trying to work a hole through it. Braxton sighed.
"This will go easier if you just-"
"This would go a lot fucking easier if Numbnuts and the Bitch would get the fuck off my case." Kris snapped. "I didn't do anything wrong." Braxton raised a brow. "Oh what? Fuck you."
"Kris, you stuck your fingers up a girls skirt in a school hallway. " Braxton said. "Then you tried to pull out her breasts. And from what your parents told me, you'd been kicked out of two other schools." Kris rolled his eyes.
'Fucking bitch turned me in.' He thought. "Fucking whore bitch. She should've been cool."
"Now thankfully at the Braxton School, we can make a good boy out of any disobedient young man." Braxton said. "We have a one hundred-percent success rate." Braxton's hands shook slightly. There was a degree of joy that came from a truly repulsive child being brought to him. Especially since his parents had requested he...