I'm Okay. Trust Me

Frank's POV

I hurried down the empty halls. I cursed my science teacher for holding me back after class to talk about “paying attention”.
I turned a corner and my heart dropped. There stood Ray and Bob leaning up against a row of lockers. They were waiting for me.

“Oh Frankie” Ray sang in a high-pitched voice when he saw me. He glanced over at Bob who had a sadistic grin spreading across his face. They both slowly began to move toward me.
I stumbled backwards and found myself backed up against another set of lockers, the cold metal sending shivers up my spine.
I knew Ray and Bob were much taller than me, almost everyone was taller than me. But as they drew closer, they seemed like bloodthirsty giants. I balled my hands into fists to keep them from shaking with terror.

“What.. What do you want?” I stuttered as they cornered me.
“You've known since you met us that we don't put up with homosexual queers, Frank” Ray spat, slipping his backpack off his shoulder and letting it fall to the ground. I tried to swallow my fear, though it seemed impossible.
“You remember what we did to that one fag last year?” Bob asked, smirking lopsidedly.
I did remember. There was this boy named Matt who called Bob 'cute' freshman year and Ray and Bob beat the ever-living shit out of him for it. I regret not taking that as a sign to get the fuck away from them at the time.

Before I could reply, Ray punched me right below the ribs, sending waves of excruciating pain throughout my body. My sight blurred for a moment and I swung my right hand at whatever it could come in contact with. I hit something soft and heard Bob yelp out in pain. Once my vision became clear, I realized I had punched him in the nose and blood, a deep crimson red, was flowing out.
Before I could think, Bob hooked my jawbone causing me to groan and clutch my face. Electrifying pain went racing through my head.
Ray wasted no time and kneed me in the stomach, making me collapse to my knees, gasping for air. I don't know who this time, but someone kicked the side of my stomach and I fell back, letting out a sob.
Suddenly, visions of my dad standing over me, clutching the belt, flashed through my mind. Tears began to escape from my eyes. Bob scoffed and muttered “Fag” before slamming his foot into my side again, sending a rush of dizziness and a tingling ache throughout my entire body.

I started coughing and when I looked down, I realized there was blood.
Ray slammed his fist into the side of my head, right next to my ear. My eyes fluttered and dark splotches began to blur my vision.
Right before my head hit the icy tile, I heard a deep, frantic voice come from down the hallway.

“Boys! What in God's name have you done?!” I figured it was a teacher or an administrator, I didn't know and I didn't really care because I coughed again, sending more blood splattering across the floor.

I heard running footsteps and more yelling.

I felt cold hands turn me over on my back. I only saw the silhouette of the person before my eyes closed shut.

I remained somewhat conscious for a few more moments. I heard more yelling and felt more cold hands against my body. I think I felt someone carrying me, but I wasn't sure.

Soon, I felt sleep pulling me further and further away from reality and everything became silent.

Notes

Hi guys! I'm really proud of this chapter, despite the fact that it was hell for me to write >.< I hope y'all enjoyed!

xo