Unbelievable Feelings

Holding Back

He heard the sound of the door lock, and turned around to see Tristyn with a sinister grin on his face. "You thought I was going to let it slide, did you?"

He stepped closer to Antonio. "You're going to pay for embarrassing me in front of the teacher. No one insults me like that and gets
away with it!" Antonio winced in pain, confused. "What? When did I insult you?"

Tristyn chuckled. "Don't act all innocent. You know exactly what you did. You embarrassed me in front of the whole class, and now you're going to pay for it." He took a step closer, his face twisted in anger. "You should've just kept your mouth shut." Antonio was shocked and confused.

"T-t-tristyn, Mr. Harris was the one who told me to correct you. I-I had no intention of putting you down, believe me!" Tristyn narrowed his eyes. "I HaD nO iNtEnTiOn oF pUtTiNg yoU dOWn, beLIeve mE!" he mocked. "Oh, that's rich. You think I'm that stupid? You were just trying to make me look bad. Well, guess what? I'm not going to let you get away with it."

He lunged forward, grabbing Antonio by the collar and slamming him against the wall. Antonio gasped for air, his head spinning from the impact. He was stunned. Why was Tristyn acting this way? What had he ever done to hurt him?

Tristyn pushed Antonio to the floor, pinning him down with his body weight. "You messed with the wrong person. You should've just stayed quiet and minded your own business," he hissed. Antonio struggled to speak, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Tristyn, please. I-I didn't mean anything by it. I just wanted to help."

But Tristyn was beyond reason. He continued to press down on Antonio, his face twisted in anger. "Help? You think I need your help?" he sneered. "You're nothing but a pathetic little bitch. You think you can just come in here and ruin my life?"

With a final, savage thrust, Tristyn punched Antonio in the stomach. The breath was knocked out of him, and he writhed in pain on the floor. "You don't understand," Tristyn hissed. "You're going to pay for this. You're going to wish you'd never been born."

Time seemed to slow down as Antonio struggled to catch his breath. He looked up
at Tristyn, tears streaming down his face, and felt a chill run down his spine. Something told him that Tristyn was not bluffing. He was going to make sure that Antonio paid for what he had done.

Tristyn kneeled down and whispered in his ear, "Don't even think about telling anyone about this. I'll make sure you regret it." He leaned in closer, his hot breath on Antonio's neck, and added, "If you know what's good for you, you'll keep your mouth shut and stay away from me." Then, he stood up and walked out of the closet, leaving Antonio alone and terrified.

Antonio lay there, struggling to catch his breath, his entire body aching. He felt like he was going to throw up. He knew he had to get out of there, but he was too scared to move. What had he gotten himself into? He didn't understand why Tristyn was acting this way. Time seemed to stand still as Antonio looked into the mirror in the janitor's closet, straightening himself up. He tucked in his shirt, readjusted his tie, and smoothed down his hair, all the while trying to compose himself. His heart was racing, his palms sweaty, and his stomach churning with fear.

He knew he had to get out of there, but he couldn't shake the feeling that Tristyn was watching him. Cautiously, he cracked open the door and peeked out. The hallway was empty. With a shaky breath, he stepped out of the closet and hurried down the hall, head down and heart pounding. He felt like he was in a nightmare, unable to wake up from the horrifying reality that had become his life.

As he made his way to class, Antonio couldn't help but glance over his shoulder
every few seconds, paranoid that Tristyn was following him. He tried to concentrate on the lesson, but his mind kept wandering back to the events in the closet. What had he done to deserve that? Why was Tristyn so angry? He couldn't help but feel like he was walking on eggshells.