Blood Ruins (boyxboy)

Nice? No.

I felt an arm go round my waist, pulling me off the wall. I didn't have to look to know who was. It wasn't Kai or Kris, they left a while ago. This was Trace, Tray for short. He is nicer than Kai and Kris but still one of my bullies. I know he's not here to comfort me. If he lets go of me, I'll fall. When he decided to touch my back, I nearly screamed, but to show him weakness would be worse. Tray, like Kris, is a star in the school.

Tray, had started the to follow the writing on my back with his fingers. Seconds later I was on the floor again. Tray had slammed me into the lockers. I don't know what I did, but for some reason he was mad at me. He flipped me onto my back, which was very painful. It hurt even worse when he sat on my chest, like Kris did earlier. Tray's hands were very cold but they were also soft.

I don't know what he was about to do, and I never found out. The bell rang, which caused Tray to start running. His next class which was on the other side of the school, with Kai. I have lunch next so I was in no hurry. I wasn't very hungry or anything like that.

After Tray left I put my shirt back on, I don't think it was bleeding anymore, if I was it wasn't much. At the moment lunch was the last place I want to be. So I started walking in the other direction. I got about five steps before someone grabbed my hair and dragged me towards the lunch room. I could guess who it was because of his rough behavior. It was Kris. He came back. The only reason to bring me to lunch with me to hurt me even more, somehow. I don't know how though.

I heard the lunch room doors slam open, as Kris dragged me inside. While doing that, he had gotten everyone's attention. He pushed me to the floor before saying, "If you get up, I'll beat you within an inch of your life," Kris turned around and faced someone behind him, "Josh, I need you to get me a few things from the kitchen." I watched as he handed Josh a slip of paper before turning to Lane. Lane walked to Kris, handing him a rope. I almost got up but Kris turned around and walked over to me. He grabbed my hair again and pulled me to the closest post. He took off my shirt and tied me there. Josh had come back but before I could see what he brought from the kitchen Kris put a cloth over my eyes, blindfolding me.

After a short time I felt Kris's hand on the side of my face making me tremble in fear. He moved my face upward. As soon as I couldn't feel his hand anymore, I felt water. It was boiled water and it really burned. Then he poured something on me that made me chough. It tasted like flour, which means it probably was. There was something else too. Cinnamon. It was by my nose. Kris forced my mouth open and poured the powder into my mouth. I wanted to cough, it burned. When he stopped pouring it he covered my mouth with his hand, which made it hurt even worse. I could feel tears in my eyes even with the water that was on me. At least I don't have to worry about Kris noticing. He finally let me go and I coughed for a long time, but the burning in my chest only got worse. A few minutes later, Kris untied the rope and blindfold. If he didn't know I was crying before, he knew now. I had stopped coughing and leaned my head against the post, and tried to slow down my breathing.

I felt Kris's hand on my hair again. I don't know what happened or what got into me but I hit him, "No more! Just leave me alone." Once I figured out what I said and did, I ran. Or tried at least. I felt Kris's arm go around me and throw me on the marble floor. I felt an increasing amount of pain when he continuously kicked me anywhere he felt like. I was bleeding and begging for him to stop, but it didn't work because he continued for somewhere around five minutes. After he stopped he grabbed me by my hair again and pulled me off the floor. Kris was standing right in front of me, staring me in the eyes. He had a look on his face that could kill. It scared me so much that he might really kill me. He gripped my hair harder before punching me in the stomach. If he wasn't holding my hair I'd be begging on the floor. He hit me again before throwing me to the floor to kick me again.

When I heard the bell ring I thought he was going to leave me alone. I was sorely mistaken. He grabbed me by the arm and brought me to class. He had no intentions of letting me go to my seat, I could tell. Instead, he made me sit on the floor beside of him. I almost fainted many times from being so lightheaded. I don't want to faint. If I did Kris will probably hit me again. I don't want to be hit anymore. I have to look on the bright side. What is the bright side, I don't know. Wait! I got it! After this school day is over I get to leave and go find out what happened to my parents.

I was awakened from my thoughts by Kris's hand on the side of my face. He pulled me closer to him where my head was against the side of his leg. It freaked me out when he started petting me. It confused me and made me really tired at the same time. I'm unsure why but I ended up falling asleep on him. I hope he's not angry with me. To tell you the truth, I liked sleeping on him. He was very comfortable. I probably shouldn't be saying that about the guy who hurts me everyday, but it's true. I don't want to move, I never want to move. Kris has never been so gentle with me. It's kind of nice.

I woke up to a pulling on my arm. I was very tired and didn't want to get up. I assumed it was Kris so I didn't complain. I just got up and followed him. I'm not sure but I'm pretty sure the bell rang while I was asleep. I was very cold and wanted my shirt back but I don't want to try to go get it. I felt Kris grip my wrist as he pulled me past are fourth period. And what do you know, my fears back.