Demoralized Prey

Song of the Chapter: Bring Me to Life -Evanescene

"You stupid ass punk! Always thinking with your pants and never your brain! Such a fucking loser! You and your little fag boy, I always knew that you never had any balls of your own! Ha! Fucking bitch!" Bert spat at me the whole way home.

I walked far ahead of Frank so he wouldn't see the tears running down my cheeks. He tried to catch up a few times, but his short legs just wouldn't keep him so he fell back a few times and then he just gave up. Bert was a taunting creature. Even when he wasn't angry, he was still intimidating. He could have the biggest grin, but his whole aura was off putting. His eyes, God his eyes, they were full of malice and bleeding evil. They made even the best of moments seem frightening.

I always cowarded out when Bert was angry. It was just so intense! Lindsey always used him to get what she wanted from me. She was pretty evil herself, but far less feared. She always used her words to play with and get into your mind. She was cunning, manipulative and smart, but she was never violent. It wasn't the way she worked. Bert was her brawn and she was the master that pulled his strings.

She used to use Bob, but he wasn't strong enough. Well, more like, not as strong as she needed him to be. He was tough looking and he could be loud when she told him to get angry. But that's just it, he never got mad. Not naturally, that is. He and I could have good conversations and we had a lot in common, but that just made her cold blood boil. At some point, Bob stopped coming around. I was only 14 and Lindsey convinced me that Bob was no longer interested in "putting up with me". I was heartbroken and depressed, he was a really good friend. Later on I put two and two together and made the realization that she had dismissed him. She took him away from me.

Then one day, she rolled through with Bert beside her. He had a big personality and a bigger fist. I basically played timid and did anything she wanted or asked, simply because I never wanted her to call him on me. I remember when he would always stand beside her and wait to be spoken to, like a dog waiting for instruction. Until one evening, when he just walked into my room and sat on my bed. I was scared shitless, but all he did was sit silently and stare at the drawing I was in the process of making. I remember vividly what happened that day.

"What is that?" He asked after long silence.

"Uh, just a drawing of a friend of mine. It's for art class." i spoke just above a whisper.

"Oh, is it a boy?"

"Yes."

"What's his name?"

"Frank." I smiled.

"Oh, nice." He smiled.

"Yeah, I've known him for years. He's pretty awesome!"

"Well, from the looks of it, he's pretty." He complimented.

"Uh, well, y-yeah. I-I guess so." I blushed.

"What? You don't think so?"

"No! No, no, I mean, uh, yeah. Yeah! He is, but y-you know w-we're just fr- friends ."

"Oh, oh, I see." He chuckled. "I understand what you're saying."

I giggled. "Yeah, it's nothing beyond friends."

"Oh, alright." He smiled again.

The room went silent again. It was a comfortable silence. Just as I was about to close my sketchbook and head to bed, Bert said something.

"Hey Gee?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you promise me something?" He asked.

"What is it?"

"Can you promise me that you won't let anyone come before Linds and I. I mean I know she can be mean and temperate, b-but she does love you and s-so do I! We really care about you and we just want you to be okay." He pleaded.

"Uh, yeah I know. And yeah, okay. I promise Bert. I love you guys too!"

We hugged and then I called it a night.

Now look at us. Look at me. Look at this! It's all gone to hell. Now I'm tortured by that damn promise. I wish I had never even made it! I wish I'd never seen them. Or spoke to her. Stupid 7 year old Geetard just HAD to get to know the super punk chic that would always stand in the play yard and just look around. I hope he burns to ashes in my fiery core!

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