Wanna Be Somebodies

Gerard’s P.O.V.
I go to detention, not really sure what to expect. I’ve never been in trouble before; that was more of Frank’s thing. However, nothing could’ve prepared me for what I saw when I entered the library at 4:00 p.m.
I sit down, rushing to the most isolated chair without making much eye contact. It isn’t until I’m seated and comfortable that I notice I’ve parked myself directly in front of Matt Ellis and his friends.
I break out in a cold sweat. Matt leans forwards and whispers in my ear,
“After this, you’re fucking dead. Don’t even think about moving.”
He sits back in his chair; I can tell by the groan of the wood. I busy myself with doodling, and I’m about ten minutes into the hour detention when something pricks the back of my neck.
I slowly bring my hand to the afflicted area, to feel a soggy piece of paper stuck to my skin. With disgust, I peel it off, flinging it to the floor. I again try to distract myself by drawing, but another spitball hits me, and then another. I give up on trying to pluck them all off; and I’m sure that there’s at least five stuck to me by the end.
The bell rings, and I stay in my seat, all too aware of my impending doom. Matt stands next to me, growling under his breath,
“Stand up. Come with us.”
“What happens if I don’t?” I challenge quietly, not wanting the teacher to overhear.
Matt grips the back of my shirt and pulls me up slightly, making me cough. “We’ll fucking stab that little boyfriend of yours.”
I rise, following the boys without hesitation. Every few seconds Matt will glance back to make sure I’m still there, and grin eerily every time it’s confirmed that I am in fact being led to my death.
I’m pulled into a locker room, which is a nice change of scenery from the bathroom. The door is locked, and I’m immediately tackled. Two boys pin me down, while the third and Matt both loom over me.
My arms and legs are both constrained to the point that I can’t move at all, but this doesn’t stop me from trying to struggle.
Matt gets on his knees, runs a hand down my leg slowly. I shiver, and try to peer back to see exactly what he’s up to.
I hear a zip, followed by some rustling. It isn’t until Matt slips his hand underneath the front of my pants and blindly gropes around that I begin to panic.
I try to break free, but it’s no use. Matt manages to undo my pants, and he gradually tugs them down to my ankles. I burn bright red and try to tense myself up as much as possible, making it difficult for him to do much else.
But yet, he brings my boxers down as well, leaving them around my knees. I squirm some, and finally, I feel Matt ram in.
I close my eyes and let the tears fall down my face. It hurts, it hurts so fucking bad, and not only am I in physical, but also the most agonizing emotional pain I’ve ever experienced. I begin to hum to myself to try to block out what’s going on, and I’m able to completely tune everything out, that is, until I feel him come inside me.
Finally, he pulls out, leaving my bottoms down and my backside exposed. He touches my inner thigh, and a particularly loud sob and whimper breaks out from between my lips.
“If you tell anyone,” Matt purrs, rubbing a hand through my hair, “Then I’m going to have to kill you. Not only you, but also Frank. Remember that, okay? This will be our little secret.”
I nod, and cry harder as I’m released.
“Let’s go,” Matt tells his friends, and the four stalk out into the hallway.
I lay there on the cold ground, weeping. My chest aches with a mental pain so great it’s broken the barrier to physical hurt, and my vision is blurred to the point I can no longer see the pattern of the linoleum floor just inches below my eyes.
I’m on fire, every single part of me. I reach down to feel a small amount of blood trickling from where I’d been raped to the inside of my thigh. I make an attempt at standing, but I’m too sore all over to move.
Donny Waters came into the locker room minutes later to grab his water bottle, which he’d left in his locker. But instead he found me, sobbing, pants down, bleeding, a mess, a shell, some sort of toy that’d expired its warranty. He kneels next to me, asking,
“Hey, hey, Gerard? Gerard, what happened?”
“I can’t tell,” I choke out.
“You can tell me; it’s okay,” Donny assures.
I shake my head. “No, you don’t understand. If I tell then he’ll… he’ll kill me. And Frank. So just please, don’t tell anyone this happened.”
“I’m filing a report,” Donny decides.
I bolt up to my knees, begging, “Please don’t! You can’t do that!”
He grabs my shoulder, coaxing, “Gerard, listen. This is to keep you safe, alright? Now, I don’t know what happened, but it obviously wasn’t good. I need to file a report on this, alright? It’s for your own good, and probably for some other boys’ as well. So, you don’t have to tell me who did it, but can you please tell me what it was? It’ll save us some time and help us prevent it from happening again.”
“He raped me,” I croak out. “He and his friends, they took ahold of me, they held me down, and he raped me.”
“Do you want me to take you to the nurse?” Donny suggests. “You don’t look so good.”
I look down at myself, and realize that throughout this entire time I’ve been completely naked from the waist down. I haven’t even noticed in the panic of the situation. I grab my underwear, pulling them up, followed by my pants. Donny helps me to my feet, and it hurts to walk, but not enough to keep me from going to the principal’s office and filing an anonymous report of rape.

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