What If They Find Out

Frank's P.O.V.

Bob was dead.

I couldn't believe it. He was such an asshole, I thought he didn't have a heart. I didn't feel bad for him. How could I? After all that he did to me and my friends I refused to give him any of my pity. However I did feel a bit bad for his family. Sure I hated him, but they must miss him. And it's got to suck to lose someone...

His death sparked something in me. Now that he was dead, everyone was mourning him. Even if they didn't know him. It showed that people really did care. However, it also proved that you had to die to earn respect. I bet that Bob like it. The respect. I wonder what he was doing right now... It had to be better than what I was doing.

Currently I was hiding from four of the biggest jocks in the school. At that moment I heard the door open and close. Three of them walked into the room and one stayed outside to stand guard. Oh fuck. "Faggot? Where are you?" I heard the leader call menacingly. "If you come out now, we wont make it as bad. If you make us look for you, you're only going to suffer worse."

I held me breath. I would not give him the satisfaction of my surrender. "3...2...1!" As he yelled one, he kicked open the first stall. I was in the third and final one. Shit. "Oh you're gonna get it you little pussy," he said, kicking open the next door. I knew that he knew I was in the last stall. He was just doing this to torcher me. "Gotcha!" he yelled as he opened my stall. No.

He grabbed me by my shirt and threw me at his friend. They each grabbed and arm and pinned it against the wall. Then they used their feet to hold mine against the wall. I was pinned and I couldn't move a muscle. I was fucked. And not in the good way.

Just as I looked up his fist slammed into my face. A loud crack echoed throughout the room. The dick broke my nose. He grinned maliciously and repetitively slammed his fists into my face. By the time he stopped to breathe, my nose was broken, my lip was busted in three places, both of my eyes were black, and my jaw was covered in bruises. I definitely looked like shit. Not to mention it hurt. I couldn't help it as I let out a small whimper when he went to punch my nose again.

He laughed along with his friends as this small noises didn't go unnoticed. Tears were welling up in my eyes and I wasn't sure how much more I could take. That's when his knee slammed into gut. I almost puked from the pain and the power of the blow. He continued to torcher me with punches to my stomach and ribs, which were now bruised beyond repair.

"Let him go," the jock ordered. They dropped me and I struggled to stand. I felt like I was going to explode from the pain. But it only got worse from there. He kicked me in the groin with all of his strength and I let out a small gasp as I fell to the ground. With that he and his friends kicked me over and over again until the tears were flowing freely from my eyes. And with one last particularly hard kick in my ribs, they left. Laughing as they went.

Oh god that sucks. I can't let that happen again. No one respects me or my sexuality and now I was being beaten because of it. I wish I got the respect that Bob got. And that's when I realized what I had to do.

Notes

I'm so sorry. You should know to never trust an author with your feels. We have way too much power. Sorry. Anyway, I love you guys :)