The boy is still there hiding from the spot, finishing the stick until it's gone from the last puff. Marshall is facing the wall when she approaches. She picks up a block of brick from the ground and smashes it hard to the boys' head. Marshall goes down on the grasses like a large thug of a box of books falling. Blake lays the brick near his head and kneels to stare at Marshall's face. The boy's eyes are delirious and his body is quivering from pain. Blood starts to flow from his nose and under his head. When Marshall stops shivering, she stands up and steps away from the body.
Blake opens up the gate to get out of the shady spot. There is no light and cameras installed around. She walks down the street and takes a glimpse of her silver old watch. It's five minutes till seven. She's going to be late for dinner and she smells like pot.
Dad will kill me.