And with that, Jonathan's temper snapped without meaning to and he pulled the pencil from out of his jumpsuit pocket and stabbed Lyle in the fucking hand with it, making sure it got in deep and twisting it hard before he was forced to yank it free and back off while Lyle was in shock. A pencil wasn't much of a weapon but Jonathan brandished it like it was a sword. Leland always sharpened them to a point, they were quite deadly.
"You racist piece of shit. You're damn lucky it wasn't your fucking eye but if you come near me again, it damn well will be." Jonathan felt his chest heaving and his pulse racing. Fear. He was afraid. He was anxious and afraid and he fucking hated it. "Don't fucking touch me."
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And with that, Jonathan's temper snapped without meaning to and he pulled the pencil from out of his jumpsuit pocket and stabbed Lyle in the fucking hand with it, making sure it got in deep and twisting it hard before he was forced to yank it free and back off while Lyle was in shock. A pencil wasn't much of a weapon but Jonathan brandished it like it was a sword. Leland always sharpened them to a point, they were quite deadly.
"You racist piece of shit. You're damn lucky it wasn't your fucking eye but if you come near me again, it damn well will be." Jonathan felt his chest heaving and his pulse racing. Fear. He was afraid. He was anxious and afraid and he fucking hated it. "Don't fucking touch me."