Troubled and Hurt

*POV Frank*

I was having a great time today actually, I had been in almost all of Gerard and Mikey’s classes, Pete and Ray seem to really like them, and Bob hasn’t been really rude towards them yet. I feel like he senses I like them, so he kind of keeps his cool. This was until lunch. Lunch is where shit happened. We had decided to all sit together on by the table outside by the large oak tree. When I got there, none of them were there yet, but I didn’t mind, I was having a good day and I felt like nothing could change my mood; the sun was welcoming and the breeze made it such a nice temperature. I had shut my eyes. Suddenly I noticed someone was blocking the sun, but it was probably Ray, he placed his hand on my shoulder; he does that sometimes. I opened my eyes, to see a grinning group of jocks encircling me. Shit. Suddenly I couldn’t think anymore, what do I do? How can I get out of this? Are there any teachers around to see what’s about to happen? I hadn’t come out at school yet, so they couldn’t really bully me about that… With a swift movement, the jock holding me, pulled me closer and off of my feet. He moved a bit, and before I knew it I was pinned up against the large oak tree. Small parts of the tree were protruding my back and thighs. I flinched at the first blow; my lip. No scream, no sound. Just a small grunt and closing my eyes. I can take this shit. I know none of my friends want to get involved with this, but they would surely get a teacher, right? “Oh little fag can take a little hit.” I heard from one of the voices around me. They all laughed. I wasn’t worried about my friends, teachers, or them bullying me. I was worried for my mom. My mom always gets really worried and this is something I can’t cover up. She loves me so much and I don’t want to torcher her by letting her know my life fucking sucks. I kicked the boy holding me in the stomach. He flinched, but was obviously in pain; the kick earned me a few more blows, this time to the side of my face and eye. The boy lifting me up even further; which would surely suffocate me if I didn’t give in to whatever sick game they were playing. I don’t know why, or how, but I laughed. I laughed. I was still somehow in a good, giggly mood. All of them looked really confused, a boy much smaller and fragile than them, encircled in their evil grip, was laughing. I don’t know why, but I found their dumbfound faces even funnier than the fact I was laughing in the first place. I burst out laughing, which forced the boy to drop me, and he backed off a bit. They just stared at me while I was on the floor laughing. After a few minutes of laughing, I gasped for air, and one of them finally seemed to realize I was laughing at them. He came up to me and kicked me in the shin. It hurt, but the previous blows to my face had hurt more. I felt blood trickling down my face, but I didn’t mind. Why the fuck was I laughing. Eventually they realized I was hopeless, and I could never satisfy their cruel needs. They walked off, probably wondering what the fuck was wrong with me. When I was alone, I balled up and started crying. They were silent snickers, but they were there, the laughter had stopped, and I felt the blow pounding through my head. I started feeling the pain and I broke. I was crying and I was miserable. Pete, Ray, and Bob encircled me, Ray was holding me as I shook. Mikey and Gerard stood at an awkward distance. My friends had probably seen the whole thing. I loved my friends for being so caring, but we should just be able to stand up for ourselves and fight back. My sadness turned to an overwhelming anger. I somehow stopped shaking and crying. I stood up, my knees still kind of weak. I held on to Pete for support, who had the same look as I did. We were surely not strong enough to fight them. But I decided I would start taking classes of self-defense. I quickly exchanged numbers with Mikey. I had asked Gerard too, but he awkwardly turned away while blushing. He was so cute. The rest of the classes I didn’t have with either of them. I talked to Pete and Bob during class; apparently it was obvious I was interested in Gerard. They teased me about it, but not rudely or in a mean way, they knew their limits; that’s why I loved them so much. I felt like because Mikey and Gerard this was a bad first day, for them to see this happen. It honestly doesn’t happen often. The jocks usually just flirt with all the girls or practice football, but for now the season hasn’t started yet and they haven’t picked out who they want to bang. And that’s exactly what I told Mikey and Gerard. Gerard looked really relaxed after I told him, like he could finally get a rest; it was nice to see. Mikey seemed happy too, but he didn’t seem too bothered in the first place. They both smiled at me, and we sat down to have lunch like nothing had happened. The blows I had gotten weren’t that powerful, so they started fading before school was even over. There was a cut on my cheek because the boy had had a ring, but since he had dropped me and my hands and legs had gotten a few small cuts from rocks, it was easy to believe I fell. When I got home, my mom immediately believed me since I don’t lie very often, and when I do, she barely finds out. Also, I’m really clumsy and my mom knows that, so she just disinfected it and sent me up to do homework. I barely had any homework so I sent Mikey a text:
hey :)
Soon enough, I had gotten a reply asking if I wanted to come over. So I told my mom I was done and asked her if I could. She was fine with it, but wanted me to be home before 11. I kissed her and quickly got into my car. When I was halfway down the street to their house, I realized my mom had looked really upset, and since my dad is barely home anymore, she’s probably really lonely. I pulled up along the side of the road, and with my fingers hanging above my keyboard, I thought about what to do. I decided I’d just see Mikey and Gerard tomorrow, I loved my mom and I shouldn’t leave her. I told Mikey something had come up, but I’d love to come over some other time. He said it was and he’d see me the next day. For some reason I felt the need to stop by the store to get my mom something. To appreciate her and show her I love her. Her favorite candy are Starburst (I… I don’t know.) So I got her a huge bag, along with her favorite soda: ginger ale. The good mood from that morning had returned, when I got home, my mom was on the couch. She got up in a way that was too slow for her to be shocked, but too quickly for her not to care. She looked like she had been crying. That’s when I saw the phone in her hand and the news on TV. Dropping the stuff I had bought, I struggled to run over to her and hug her. I don’t know how long we stood there, but all I know is that my dad didn’t come home.

Notes

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