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Pain

Joe'an

"Get up Joe'an..........Get out of the bed......" a voice in my head repeated. I groaned turning over in my bed.

I really didn't want to get out of bed. The beating my brothers gave me last night had me sore.

~Yesterday afternoon~

I walked downstairs into the kitchen to get something to drink. While I was in the fridge, Mac ran through the back door scaring the shit out of me.

"Aye Faggot come play football with us" he smirked at me.

"I-I-I got tons of homework to do, I'll play later" I lied.

"Faggot! LET'S GO!" Dylan stuck his head through the door. Mac raised an eyebrow at me and I sighed.

"Alright..." I closed the fridge and followed them outside to the backyard. I was scared for my life. My brothers never invited me to do anything with them unless it would end with me in the hospital near death.

"Hike me the ball, and then take off" Mac said to me. I nodded and stood in front of him with the ball in my hand. I looked at Dylan who stood on the other side of the line of scrimmage. He had this sickening evil grin on his face. On the inside I knew I was faster than him and I could break him easy. But what if I slip on this wet grass, I'm not wearing cleats and I'm wearing jeans, so much could go wrong.

I took a deep breath and waited for Mac to say Hike. When he did I tossed him the ball and started to run. Dylan was right next to me, trying to intercept the ball that mac chucked at me. Once I saw that ball in the air something came over me. Dylan is taller than me. But I have ups. I Jumped and caught the ball, I kept running determined to make it to the other side of the yard. I did, successfully.

"Aye that's wassup, sis!" Mac jogged over to me cheesing. I was highly confused.

"How you let her get that ball Dylan, your ass!" Mac laughed. I smirked.

"Mane shut the fuck up and run it again. I bet it won't happen again." Dylan looked at me. His nostrils flared. If I wasn't scared already, I was terrified now.

"Hike.....HIKE.....HIKE BITCH!" Mac yelled behind me. I took my eyes off of Dylan and tossed mac the ball. When I got ready to run, I was knock flat on my ass. Dylan was now on top of me.

"Fuck!" I yelled out in pain. He got up. "You aint getting past me again lil faggot!" he kicked me in my side. "AHH!" I cringed in pain.

"Tisk, Tisk, Tisk," Mac stood over me shaking his head. "You dress like a nigga, you act niggarish, why can't you take hits like a nigga?" he added with a confused look on his face. I laid there still groaning from the blow I got to my side.

Then they both erupted in laughter. "Oh I forgot, you're still just a lil bitch!" they doubled over laughing.

I attempted to get up "where do you think you're going?" Dylan asked. He put his foot on my stomach pushing me back down. "You know better than that Faggot, I gotta get my licks in" mac smirked.

I took a deep breath and covered my face with my hands. Mentally preparing myself for the pain I was about to endure.

"AHH!! SHIT!!" I screamed as they forcefully kicked my thighs over and over again.

"Nothing but a lil bitch!" Mac spat after kicking me once last time. They then stepped over me and walked into the house.

I laid there in the grass crying, wondering when will someone hear me scream and come to my rescue. Wondering when will the day come were I can just take my last breath and die.