Stalker ( L.S. ) [ON HOLD]

For Fuck Sake

{Word goal: 700 words... Goal met: 879 words}

"Bye Mum, I'm off to school." I say as I open the door. It's just after winter break. I'm not ready to go back to school. Back to all of those low-life bullies.

"Goodbye, love. Have a nice day at school." Mum mumbles from the living room, clearly uninterested and I could barely hear her. I sighed as I walked out in the early January morning. I giggled when I saw my breath as I walked down the street.

"Only a fag like you would giggle at something as minuscule as that." Blake Carlton, the school's biggest homophobic bully, called out running up next to me and giving me a shoved me harshly.

"Don't call me that." I snap back the anger in my voice is already seeping through my teeth like poison.

"Aw is little Hawwy upset? Is he going to go cry to his Mommy? Or maybe his Daddy. I bet you're a bad boy so your Daddy makes you ride him all the time. You little faggot. You are going to be damned to hell. You are so fucking nasty that I want to beat the shit out of you. Then again, I don't want to touch you because you are so fucking repulsive. You are so fucking ugly, just go die. The only person who'll actually miss you will be you're Daddy because your Mother won't ride him like you do." Blake teases and taunts me.

I'm so angry I can feel my blood boil. I want to kill him so bad. I've had it, I'm done. He's going to get what he deserves.

"You mother fucking cock sucking man whore, homophobic douche bag, closet fag, no good prissy little punk ass bitch." I shout as I charge him and tackle him to the ground, hitting him with all the strength that I can muster. I just keep punching him over and over again. At some point I started crying, sobbing really. Soon my punches became really sloppy and I felt really weak.

Then before I knew what was going on Blake changed our positions. Now he was straddling me and I was the one getting the shit beat out of. Punch after repeated punch I started getting really dizzy and my vision started to get really fuzzy. I felt like my airways were closing up. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't even utter a sound.

I was slowly drifting in and out of consciousness. I couldn't tell how much time had passed. A minute? An hour? A whole day? Before I heard someone shout, "What the hell are you doing!? Get off of him! You're killing him! GET OUT OF HERE BEFORE I CALL THE COPS!"

Then I heard Blake say, "Stupid fag. This isn't over." Before he punched me square in the jaw and ran off.

Soon I felt someone by my side; they were crying, wailing. I barely cracked an eye open because of how much my eye was swollen. I saw the one person I didn't want to see. The one person who hates me for a reason that is foreign to me. Louis.

"For Fuck Sake! I thought you wanted nothing to do with me. You should've let him beat the shit out of me, Lou." I scream out in both frustration and utter confusion.

"No, no, no. That is the last thing I'd ever want. You were the one who called me a fag and told me that you never want to be around people like me." Louis cries out while brushing the hair out of my eyes.

"I'm sorry Lou, but I honestly don't remember that. It could've been my mom. I don't know. But I swear on my life that I would never say anything like that to you. I would never want to hurt you like that. I'm sorry, Louis, I really am." I whimper in pain as I reach up and caress the side of his face.

"We'll figure that out later. C'mon let me get you inside. Do you want me to take you into your house or mine?" Louis asks holding me up as much as he can, trying to support all my weight.

"Yours, defiantly yours. I don't want me mum to see me like this. She would freak out and then she's say we'd have to move again. But I'm tired of moving. I want to stay in one fucking place for at least a year. She just met this really nice guy and I don't want her to ruin her chances with him just because I got into a fist fight with that dumb fuck." I rant as Louis leads me into his house.

"If that little fucker lays another hand on you, I'll kill him." Louis warns before he hands me some pain relievers, "You can go and rest on my bed if you'd like. I'll be off to take a shower."

"No, thank you. I'll be alright on the couch if you don't mind." I mumbled and Louis gave me a small, sad smile. Before nodding and heading of to take his shower. Soon I fell fast, into a deep and peacefully beautiful sleep.

{A/N: GOODNIGHT MY LOVELIES!!! PLEASE ENJOY! ~LRPO}