I shouldn't be surprised but for some reason I am.
The kicks and blows were like the ones I felt in the park, except worse because hurtful words went along with every punch, every kick, every painful blow that came my way, came a long with a 'fag' or other words that I would rather not recall.
I manage to throw a few kicks from the ground so I could slip away, or more like back away. The couple of boys laughed at my scared figure and left.
As the 2nd bell rang I finally stood up, looking in the mirror, my nose is bleeding. I don't even try to go back to class I go straight to Lena's office after I clean off my nose as best as I could.
I knocked at her office door.
"Come in," She called.
I open the door slowly, "can we go home?"
It's only 1:30 a hour is left before the final bell.
"What happened?" She stood up coming over to me, taking my head in her hand examining my nose.
"Is your nose bleeding?"
I nod, "can we please go?"
"I'll call Stef to pick you up."
***
"I don't understand, who did this?"
"I don't know he won't tell me," Lena tells Stef.
I sit outside their office waiting patiently and listening in on every word.
"Just take him home and let him cool off maybe he'll talk to you then," Lena suggests.
"Okay."
I hear a 'I love you' and a 'I love you too' before the office door opens.
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Dolls in Dollhouses (A Jonnor Fanfiction)
Fanfiction•I still love him• The thing about people is they think you are what you look. If you smile you're the happiest person in the world. If you cry you're the saddest person in the world. What they don't know is the smile is fake and you're crying tears...
