Forbidden for to Long

Chapter 1 {Beaten Bloody}

"Blood is alive with little particles rushing oxygen to the heart and everywhere else." Said a mundane, bored Ricky Ricardo. "
"Now Liam, could you read please?"
Mr. Malcolm looked at me with an evil twisted grin, ready to pick up on any weakness of any student.
I picked up the book and tried my hardest to hide.
"Liam, this is a grade, now please read!"
"T-t-the b-b-blood would-d-d d-die if n-n-not f-for.....
I stopped reading and refused to go on.
"Ricky, continue reading for Mr. Liam."
"Yes sir."
Ricky continued to read until the bell rang. I slowly got my things together. I had creative writing next hour. A release, my escape.
I walked to Mrs. Mckowsky's class, my favorite class of all. She was technically my speech teacher, but she just lets me write or read. Maybe listen to music. Pretty much anything but talking.
As you can probably tell I stutter...horribly.
I don't really have any friends because of my speech conditions.
But they do not seem to understand that not being able to speak and put out what you would like to say is very irritating and just plain awful.
That is why I took up writing. Its a place of imagery, of beautiful sunsets and calm breezes. A place where you can be who ever and whatever you want.
So I go into these magical places so I don't lose my head in this awful judgemental world.
It makes me feel warm when Mrs. K. likes my short stories and my poems. I only write joyous and happy things for her. If she saw what actually went through my head she would either throw up or try to cast the demons out of my blood.
She isn't mean or crazy like most teachers. She supports me in my hard times. Which helps me....a lot.
After class I walk out to Jeramiah's car. He's standing there with Kaitlyn Helms, as usual.
"C-can w-we t-t-talk?" I choke out.
He gives me a look that speaks a thousand words, yet I still hold my ground.
"Not now faggot!" He spits in my face.
"D-DO NOT C-CALL ME THAT !!" I scream hating myself for the stutter, which made me sound weak.
Jeremy grabs me by my arm and hauls me to the nearest doorway. With his long stride we reach the east side janitors closet.
"What the hell is wrong with you!?!?!"
He whispered harshly at me. "You know the rules!! We are together, but never PUBLICALY!"
"That's bullshit Jeremy!! That is no way to have a relationship! It's not my fault you're to scared to tell your father you're gay!!"  I practically screamed in his face.
" Ooo looky who lost their stutter! You fuckin' faker!"

"I only stutter when I'm nervous!!"

"Yeah? Is that what you tell your faggot mother when she's giving blowjobs out of the back of a van?!?!?!?"  He screams leaning over me, making my cowardice aparent.

I pumched him straight in the nose making it gush and spurt blood.

He lunged at me knocking me into a couple brooms and breaking some of the handles.

He punched me in the side, on the face, everywhere. At this point I didn't know whether the snapping was my bones or the broom sticks. It made me want to vomit. The smell of sweat and blood was enough to make the strongest person sick.

He left me there bleeding on the floor. Wanting to die, to bleed out faster.

Maybe....an Angel will come...