My School Days Were Full Of Enemies!
Chapter 3. Memories

Roman opened his eyes slowly. The pain in his body disappeared along with his consciousness. Roman then got up from his sleep and rushed out of the UKS room, towards the classroom.

Damnit damnit! On the first day of school, he was sick! inner Roman.

His stomach sounded immediately. Hunger is now running all over Roman's body. He looked at the clock in another classroom.

Roman found the time to show at two o'clock during the day. He also found no one in the school environment. Have you gone home yet? his inner.

Roman intends to step his foot into the student locker. Weak and hungry, that's how he feels right now.

After opening the locker door, he found Rika watching him. The girl also opened the locker door. "What's wrong?" tanya Roman while reaching for the bag in the locker.

"Is that bike out there yours?" Rika asked Roman who had been wearing her bag.

"Yes! Wh why? You don't like my bike?"

"Stupid! Look there! Your bike's on fire! I saw a schoolgirl flushing gasoline and then starting a fire on the bike" Rika said, pointing her hand outwards.

"Well! N-no way!" Roman rushed to his bicycle parked in the parking lot.

His anxiety suddenly exploded when he found his second wheeled vehicle disappeared. Roman then returns to the locker room to question Rika's intentions. "Rica!" roman said with a loud tone.

But all he got was silence. Rika has left the locker room. Roman panicked beyond help. He then saw a piece of paper attached to the door of his locker.

Your bike is behind the school building. Precisely, in the former warehouse of sports equipment. Hurry along! Or your bike will be charred! Rican.

That's how it is from the paper. Roman, who did not want to despair, believed the contents of the paper. He hurried to walk around the school building.

Roman keeps hoping that everything is just a prank of Rika. He tried to calm down against the anxiety that increasingly controlled his mind. Roman also arrived in front of a building that was a former sports equipment warehouse.

Whereabouts? Where's my bike? inner Roman.

With a loud breath, He looked to the right and left. Not a single bit of smoke appeared. Roman was confused, where was the bike. He then sat down and leaned against the wall of the building.

Rika, are you playing me? inner Roman.

Roman immediately turned to the door of the warehouse next to him. His attention was drawn to the piece of paper attached to the door.

Irritated, Roman moved from where he was leaning. He then pulled the paper and found a message written on it.

If you want to know where your bike is, go up to the school building. Someone explained it. Rican.

"Yahoo!!!" cheers Roman instead of not believing in Rika's actions. Roman wiped his sweat. He set his breathing that had been blown apart. With his hands tightly clenched, Roman bounced off to step foot, towards the top of the school building.

He recalls his memories of the precious bicycle, for himself. Roman also shed his tears instantly, when imagining the figure of his late father.

The bicycle was his father's last gift before he died in an accident. I will not forgive someone who has ruined my father's gift! inner Roman.

Roman strengthened his heart. He counted the stairs he climbed one by one. Until Roman arrives at a door that covers the upper area of the school building.

Based on a strong affection for his late father, Roman opened the door slowly. "Hey, You! Come here!" appeal to one of the second-graders who had been waiting for Roman in the middle of the building area.

"Pauls. Remember, don't miss it!" rika's reprimand to Paul who appealed to Roman from a distance.

Roman also found three students including Rika and Valentine who stood behind another student. While looking at him, he approached Paul who was waiting for him with a cynical face. "Where's my bike?" roman asked after landing his foot in front of Paul.

Paul grabbed Roman's collar. He gripped her firmly. Paul was impatient to beat up Roman.

A faint smile from his face meant that the man had prepared to intimidate Roman. "Is that how you ask senior?" paul asked as he tightened his grip on the collar of Roman's uniform.

"I asked! Where's my bike?" roman said with a loud tone. Things also turned around.

Paul who intends to provoke Roman emotions, even his emotions that immediately peak, after seeing Roman's attitude. With wide-eyed eyes, Paul raised his fist.

(Bugh.).

The pain for the umpteenth time was met on Roman's stomach. He bent his body after receiving a very hard fist from Paul. "Return ... give me my spies back," Roman said stammeringly as he clasped his stomach.

Paul was not satisfied with his actions. His emotions burned even more at the sight of Roman's determination. Curiosity has fed Paul to test how strong Roman is, facing intimidation from him. "Just because of that old bike, are you willing to sacrifice yourself? Huh!!!"

(Bughh... Bughh... Bughh... Vaic.bugh.).

"Let it! It would make him realize, who he was!" valentine folded her hands in front of her chest.

Paul immediately stopped his action. He let go of his grip on the collar of Roman's uniform and let the boy fall down in front of him. "Squeals! This school doesn't need a loser like you! You're weak just because the bike is worn out!" paul snapped at Roman who was cowering in pain.

He hurried to leave the already weak Roman helpless. Paul was satisfied after giving the boy a lesson.

However, upon hearing Paul's insinuations, Roman steadfastly endured his pain while rising from a slump. "I'm not weak because of that old bike" said Roman, who tried to erect his body.

Paul was stunned, after hearing Roman's words. He turned to Roman and found his underclassman trying to get up, staring intently at him.

Unhappy with his persistence, Paul turned to Roman. "What did you say? Say it again!" paul said with emotion.

He clutched the collar of Roman's uniform firmly. His pity died when he found blood dripping from Roman's mouth.

Paul then continued his intimidation to his underclassman. "Speak as you please. Go, say! Say everything you have in mind!!" snapped Paul.

"You'll never feel what it's like if, your precious things have been damaged by people" Roman replied, showing a faint smile.

"Huh? Then how would it feel if your body was damaged by me!" said Paul who was preparing to lift his knee on Roman's stomach.

(Bughh... Bughh... Bughh... Vaic.bugh.).

He was increasingly blind in pounding Roman's stomach with a very hard knee. The delinquent hoped Roman would give up, and no longer said anything that would upset him.

Paul stopped his knee. He lifted Roman's face and found that his sister's lips were covered with blood.

Paul is beyond the Devil. He saw Roman smiling, preparing to move his lips. "The bike was my father's last gift" Roman said.

(Bugh.).

Roman lets his body be the target of Paul's blow. "A-for my success m-get a scholarship at school i-this," he continued his words in stammering.

(Bugh.).

Paul was constantly punching Roman. He felt annoyed by the determination of the child in the face of intimidation from him.

The more Roman continued his words, the more Paul's spirit landed his fist. "A-dad worked hard to get an i-tu bike" Roman said stammeringly. The blood poured down the innocent young man's mouth.

(Bugh.).

"D-for the sake of making it easier for me u-to go k-to school i-ini," Roman stammered more and more in saying. Although he continued to endure pain, he still explained how the bike became very valuable for him.

(Bugh.).

Paul was getting more and more overwhelmed by his cruelty. It ceaselessly threw a fist into Roman's stomach. "Until m-maut d-come to pick up father," continued Roman while enduring the pain that attacked his body.

That punk has lost control of emotions. While showing his expression of annoyance, he prepared to deliver a spate of deadly blows to Roman's stomach. "You deserve to die" he said. Paul took his last hit.

(Bughh... Bughh... Bughh... Gus.).

He then raised Roman's head to make sure the boy had given up. However, Paul was stunned when he saw Roman's smiling face grinning, though more and more blood flowed in his mouth. "B-not k-because of the price of his s-s-bicycle, T-t-but k-k-because of the n-value of k-k-memories ...nya," Roman finally, closed both eyes.

"Stop, Paul!!!" rika cheerfully rushed over to them. Paul took his hand off the collar of Roman's uniform.

He then flicked his uniform with both hands while rushing to leave the already helpless underclassman.

"Roman! Roman!!" Rika shook Roman's body which was already lying down. He felt sorry for meeting Roman with Paul. Instead of being anxious, Rika rushed to seek help.

While Valentine, just dumbfounded without noticing, his tears dripped profusely soaked his cheeks. He stared as he watched Roman's already helpless body, from a distance. "Let's go! Let the boy be alone!" paul came out from behind the door.

Regretfully, Valentine approached Roman. He then reached into his pocket and took a handkerchief.

Valentine sobbed more and more in his tears, as he wiped the wound running in Roman's mouth. It was as if he had dissolved in his regrets. His tears continued to drip and drip, so that they wet his classmate's cheeks.

~To be continued~