Style ~ Bullied (boy x boy) *Stan's POV

Confused

The kiss we were sharing was cut off when Kyle suddenly yanked away from my grip. I opened my eyes to see he was completely red. He was shaking and I could see the beginning of tears in his eyes. I gasped when he looked up at me, because the hurt in his eyes was too much. 

As I watched, tears streamed down his face and he looked down. His hat had been knocked askew, so his hair blocked his eyes from my view. He slowly slid from my lap and sat in front of me. His shaking was bad, so I went to hug him. 

He yanked away from me, as if I was fire. I felt a small pang of rejection flash through me, though it was very quickly replaced by confusion. 

"Do you enjoy toying with me like this?" Kyle murmured. His hair still blocked his eyes and his voice was so quiet that I barely heard it. 

"What?" To say I was confused was an understatement. I had no idea what he was talking about. I just basically told him that I like him and he acts like this. 

"I said..." I leaned in slightly, thinking that he was going to explain. Instead, "Do you enjoy Toying with me like this!?" he practically screamed at me. 

I drew away from him as his tears began to come quicker and he let out a small sob. He glanced up at me and there was so much pain in his eyes that it made me hurt. He clutched his chest with one hand and began to push himself from the floor with his other. 

I stood up quickly to help him, but when I touched him he yanked himself away, which caused him to fall back to the ground. I heard him sob some more and his whole frame was shaking. 

"Why would you do this?" He questioned me, but I didn't know what I did. "Why wouldn't you tell me you knew!? Why would you cause more pain!?" At this point I was worried his mom would come, not that it really mattered, but I didn't understand what was going on. What am I supposed to know. 

"Kyle, what ar-"

"Don't play dumb with me!" He quickly stood up and looked me right in the eyes. "I thought you of all people would understand! I thought you were my best friend, Stan! I thought that maybe if I told you, or you found out, that you'd help me!" Now he was shaking and sobbing so much that I was worried he would fall. 

"Kyle, I'm sor-"

"No!" He yelled and his hair fell back into his eyes. "No, Stan. Stop. You're not sorry." He looked back up at me and smiled sadly, tears still a river down his face. "You don't understand what it's like, having these feelings. So, stop."

"Kyle, I don't know wh-"

"Just stop! Why don't you just beat me up at school like the rest of your buddies and your fucking girlfriend!" Kyle screamed at me. My eyes widened and I felt a jolt of hurt, guilt, and surprise. 'He's bullied? What girlfriend? Does he mean Wendy? But, she's not my girlfriend, he knows this.' 

Then he let out a sob and turned around. He dashed up the stairs and I heard a door slam. I followed, slower than him, and ascended the stairs. I found his room door closed and tried to open it. The handle only jiggled. 

"Kyle, unlock the door please." 

"No." His voice sounded so weak and destroyed that I felt tears pool into my own eyes. "Stan, please, just leave me alone now." 

"No!" I slammed my fist against the door. "No, Kyle! I need you to talk to me! I need you to help me understand! Help me understand what the hell is going on!" I yelled. Yelled, because I was confused. Yelled because I was worried about him. Yelled, because I was angry with whoever hurt him. 

I heard the lock open and I quickly yanked the door open. I let out a gasp when I saw Kyle. His eyes were rimmed with red and his hair was a mess. His sleeves were pulled up his arms to reveal 3 things. 

There were angry red marks all over his arms - almost like he scratched himself. 

There were scars. 

And there was blood.