Chapter 4My Dad Uses Me to Rule the Class

Zack's POV

My world seemed to turn upside down at that moment. There was a deafening buzzing in my ears. Pain exploded from the point of impact, spreading from my cheek to my entire skull.

Black spots danced in my vision. A warm liquid flowed from my nose and the corner of my lips at the same time. A metallic taste permeated my mouth.

"How dare you talk back?" Dad roared. "How dare you continue to lie?"

His voice was sharp, and his tone had changed. He grabbed a fistful of my fringe and dragged me along like I was a rag doll.

I stumbled over my feet as we headed toward the podium. The pain that throbbed through my head was unbearable, but I couldn't feel it anymore. All I could feel was the stinging pain that lanced through my cheek and a burning humiliation.

"I want everyone to watch closely!" Dad exclaimed as he threw me against the hard edge of the podium.

The side of my waist collided against the edge, causing me to grunt in pain and curl into myself.

Dad grabbed my hair again and forced me to turn my bloody, swollen face toward the class. "Take a good look at his face! This will be your fate if you break the school rules!"

"It wasn't me, Dad… I didn't do it…"

A mixture of tears and blood ran down my face. I had even slipped up and forgotten to refer to Dad as "Mr. Curtis". I continued to struggle even though it was futile, crying in a broken voice.

I saw countless fearful and curious gazes looking at me through my blurry vision. The corners of Steve's lips were curled up into a faint smile as he sat in his seat. The gleeful glint in his eyes felt like a blade piercing my heart.

"You didn't do it? How dare you say such a thing when we have an eyewitness here?" Dad snapped as he grabbed my arm. "Get out! Go and stand in the hallway. Let everyone see the fate that awaits anyone who breaks the rules and has dirty thoughts!"

I was half-dragged out of the classroom. A few moments later, Dad reached for the zipper of my pants.

"No… Don't do it, Dad!" I shouted. "Please don't do this! I was wrong! I've learned my lesson!"

Fear gripped my heart in an instant. I let out anguished cries as I thrashed around wildly. I used both hands to protect myself, digging my nails into the fabric of my uniform.

"You've learned your lesson? Well, you're too late!" Dad spat in a voice that was as cold as ice. "I'm going to teach you a lesson that you'll never forget today. I want everyone to see the consequences of dating on school grounds!"

The low-quality zipper ripped open as Dad forcefully yanked it down. The button also flew off when the fabric was roughly pulled apart.

The skin of my thighs was suddenly exposed to the freezing weather and prying eyes. I screamed in despair and desperately curled into myself. My hands shook violently as I futilely tried to cover myself with the ripped cloth.

It was so cold. I could feel every part of my body screaming. However, compared to the biting cold, what was even more unbearable was the humiliation of being stripped and exposed in public.

Students from other classes had already gathered at the end of the hallway after hearing the commotion. They peered at me from a distance away, whispering among themselves over my current predicament.

Meanwhile, Dad acted like a triumphant general. He heaved for breath as he looked at my bloody face and disheveled clothes. He felt nothing but a sense of satisfaction and authority as he watched me huddle close to the wall and shiver like a leaf being buffeted by the wind.

"Kneel here and reflect on your actions! You're forbidden from getting up without my permission!"