Hurts part 2

Chapter 4

It went on like this for about three weeks, their attacks got worse, not physically but emotionally, I felt the anger, frustration and sadness grow in me. Was it really the right choice? I knew I couldn't change the past now, but I wished he would've never outed me and that we kept it a secret.

Adrian told me every time I don't deserve it, but I don't believe him, actions have consequences, and I must live with mine, alone.

It was a Monday, Adrian was sick, and I was alone, again I had to use the toilet in school, I walked to the other side of the building to be alone but it didn't work, they waited for me. I was taller and stronger, but I had no chance against all four at once. I could've punched them, but I wasn't the rowdy type, I once pretended to be.

"Hello, Mars.", they smiled.

I tried to turn around, but they grabbed my shirt and pulled me in, dunking my head into the toilet, dirty water everywhere. I tried to fight back but they were stronger. I thought it was over when they let go of my neck, but they grabbed my arms and pushed me back in.

I heard the clacking sound of a belt, before I felt the warm liquid running over my head and face.

I tried not to cry and be calm, I pretended nothing happened for the rest of the day, but this was only the first day of the most terrible week ever.

In PE class I took a shower in school like every week.

"Hey, fag!", I didn't answer.

"Wonder what he thinks right now."

"Maybe he thinks of girls to not get horny."

"If I don't want to get hard I think of you.", I mumbled more to myself.

"What?", I noticed how they came closer and wanted to leave.

"Repeat that!", they pushed me against the wall.

"No. You heard me."

"Right."

"You will regret that.", I tried to escape them.

"So, you say you don't get hard when I do this?", they tried to touch me, I covered myself.

They pinned my arms on the wall.

"Come on admit it."

"Go f*ck yourselves."

"Why don't you do it?!", he grabbed me and squeezed so much that I got tears in my eyes, before I kicked him in the balls and punched his face.

He punched back and I hit my head on the wall falling down on the floor. I looked at my bloody hands, my nose was bleeding and probably even broken.

I went home to my room and checked my face, I got a huge bruise on my eye and my nose looked bad, but luckily not broken. The next day I stole my moms makeup to cover the bruises, Adrian was back and immediately checked on me.

"Hey what did I miss? Are you okay?", he asked.

"Not much, the usual, they still annoyed me."

"I'm sorry I left you alone with that.", he petted my back.

"It's okay.", I lied.

We sat down and I felt their looks on my back, it made me nervous, Adrian noticed and took my hand, I tried to relax but couldn't, there were too many thoughts in my head. I wanted to get out, out of the class, out of this torture and out of this life. My nerves were wrecked, I needed the weekend, but then Thursday came.

I was in the hallway talking to Adrian, when these idiots came again.

"Hey, fag. Enjoyed our shower?"

"What do you want?", Adrian hissed.

"Didn't ask you, dipshit."

"Yeah, want to do it again? Admit it, you liked it."

"F*ck off."

"What are they talking about?"

"Nothing."

"Want to kiss me?", they grabbed my arm, Adrian tried to help but they pushed him away.

"Come on, or do you want to f*ck me?", they smiled, soon others surrounded us.

"No! Leave me!", I tried to free myself.

"You're a pathetic little whore. Go on tell him what happened yesterday.", that was enough I put all my strength together and rammed my fist into his face, knocking him out.

A silence went through the hallway, everyone shocked, staring at me, I looked around then I felt another fist hitting my face, everything was blurry.

I tried to stand up but a foot under my ribs brought me back down, they kicked me a few times before they got interrupted by a teacher.

"Curls!", Adrian rushed over.

I curled up even more, crying in pain.

"Are you okay?", a teacher asked.

I shook my head.

"Do you want to go to the nurse? Or should we call your parents?"

"It's okay, just let me go home.", I whispered.

"Can I go with him?"

"Are you hurt?"

"Just my arm."

"Sorry, but if you're still able to stay I can't let you go."

"Okay, listen, Curls. I come over as soon school is over, okay? I'm sorry I wish I could come with you."

"It's okay.", I mumbled.

He helped me up and I walked home, I went straight to the bathroom to throw up, my entire body hurt. I laid on my bed and tried to sleep.

"Honey. How are you?", my mom came to hug me.

I buried my head in her arms and cried even more. I stayed at home the next day to recover I couldn't deal with any of them at the moment.