A key to a murderers heart

The boys are back in town

I woke up on a sunny morning, Monday 7:00 am.
I get up and out of my bed. Check my closet for a good outfit, my normal pants and t-shirt. "Sam! Time to get up!" I hear my mom calling. If only she knew I woke up five minutes before she usually calls for me. "I'm awake mom!"
I comb my hair and look in the mirror and all I see is a tiny 9th grade boy who just barely started hitting puberty. I have two other best friends who are just like me, mark and bill. Mark is short like me, skinny and weak. Bill is tall and as well skinny and weak.
I'm all dressed and grab my back pack, then I hear "honey bill and mark are here."
My mom is a busy woman, I hardly ever see her. How can I see her where all she is at is the town next over at a business trip. My dad? A different story, he is not around in my life. When my mom and dad were together, my dad bought a good sized house and once my mom wanted a divorce he left it to us and started a new family.
I run down my stairs to find bill and mark standing over in my living room.
"Hey!" I greet them.
"Come on dude!" Mark responded. He's a douche sometimes.
I'm about to leave until my mom hands me a granola bar.
Me, bill and mark are walking with me to school. I love In a small town of south Alabama. I used to live In the city but my mom thought real estate could be more of a success for her in small towns. Everyone here is either Christian or redneck, besides bill and mark, I am lucky they are my friends.
Mark: "you guys want to hangout Saturday?"
Bill: "Sam, your mom is leaving to monogue right?"
Bill thinks I could just get away with everything and never get in trouble.
Sam: yeah... So?
Bill: let's stay the night at your place.
Thank god he asked to stay the night and not do something crazy even though crazy is my middle name.
Sam: okay, that'd be okay.
Mark: can we watch Star Trek?
Sam: yeah!
Bill: or we can call over some babes.
Sam: who like patty Shultz?
Patty Shultz is a girl who kissed Bill, Bill then got a cold sore three days  later. Bill then told everyone that it was a pimple, nobody believed him.
Bill: stop! That was a pimple!
Mark: who gets pimple on their lips?
Sam: nobody.
Mark: exactly.
Bill: screw too guys.
We walk inside school and to my locker because we have fifteen minutes till the school bell rings.  I open my locker as bill and mark stand behind me.
Sam: I hate algebra, I mean when am I ever going to use it.
Bill: solve for an ex that you've never had.
Bill laughs as if he is funny.
Sam: shut up Bill!
I shut my locker and who is waiting right beside me is Derek. Derek has been bullying me and Bill almost everyday, not just bullying, he harasses me... Sexually. His father is a Christian who works at the church but his father is also corrupt. I don't now why he likes to do this to me but he just does. I am afraid to tell someone because it would just get worse, I know it would.
Sam: what do you want?
Derek: well I was walking and I saw three fags standing in the hall.
Sam: go away.
Derek: what? You don't want to talk to me?
Sam: I would talk to you but...
Derek: but?
Sam: you're an asshole.
What I said, set Derek off and then he slammed his arm over me and on to the locker, blocking me where I cannot leave.
Derek: you know what... I know what you're thinking.
I'm scared, I look around and hear the bell ring. Everyone leaves to class.
Sam: I have to go...
I try to leave but he pushes me back to my locker.
Derek: not until I am finished.
Mark: leave him alone!
Derek looked at mark with anger.
Mark: GET OUT OF HERE!
Mark and Bill can see a tear roll down my face but Mark and Bill are scared so they walk to class.
Now I am alone with Derek.
Derek: I think...I think you are attracted to your own kind... I think you wanna fuck me.

I turn my face around so I couldn't look at him.
Sam: please...
Derek: yeah, beg... Like the little bitch you are.
Sam: you don't leave in five seconds I'll scream.
Derek then got even more mad and grabbed my waist.
Derek: yeah scream...
I think when I told Derek that I would scream, he got excited, or happy.
Derek walks away and then the final bell rings. I fall to the ground balling my eyes out, I am more upset that I can't do anything about it. All I think is that I am nothing.
I knew that I was late and In order to not get detention I have to skip a class period. I walk into the school bathrooms and I look into the mirror still crying. He scares me. I see again, a short weak boy... I could just kill myself and it would be all over but if I kill myself then I'm leaving my mother and my friends so I wipe out those thoughts. I then look over my shoulder to find two other older guys walking into the bathroom. I know them, they are Derek's friends... They harass me to. James and Ryan. James is tall, blond bushy hair and rich as hell. Ryan is poor and normal/scary looking.
James: look it here...
Sam: oh fuck... No!
Ryan: hey look he's crying...
James and Ryan were taunting me with sarcasm.
James: oh no... You want a hug? Want someone to talk to?
Ryan: or do you want a cock shoved down your throat?
Sam: why do you do this to me?
Ryan: because... Your a fag... You come here everyday dressed like one and expect no response.
Sam: so that's okay? The way I dress makes it okay for you to harass me?!
James: harass? I'll do much more one day...
Sam: is that a threat?
James: maybe it is... Maybe it isn't.
Sam: it's not okay, you're just a sadistic prick.
James grabbed my throat and slammed me against the stall door.
James: see you soon.
James and Ryan walked away.
I broke down and cried.

Later that day I walked to my locker meeting bill and Mark.
Mark: hey
Sam: don't talk to me.
Bill: what'd we do?
Sam: you left me.
I was so mad and scared at the same time. I was walking home with them.
Bill: we couldn't do anything.
Mark: yeah but we're sorry.
Sam: what am I going to do? They are never going to leave me alone. Why? Why do they want to do this to me? Do they like me or something?
Mark: if they liked you they wouldn't hurt you and besides its not normal for them to be sexually assaulting you.
Sam: I can't tell anyone.
Bill: you have to...
Sam: it's my fault, I shouldn't dress the way I am...
Mark: you dress normal.
I usually wear skinny jeans and a t-shirt.
Bill: tell someone!
Sam: no!
Bill: why?!
Sam: because then they will hurt me.
Mark: if they do anything else I swear I will tell someone for you.
Sam: just give it some time, they will stop... Soon.