Louis shoves me against a locker, and my books tumble to the floor.
"Fucking fag," he taunts, his other friends laughing behind him. I look up and glare at him. He just smirks and pushes me once more.
"P-please just l-leave me alone," I stutter, shutting my eyes and preparing for the next blow.
It doesn't come.
I look up and see his blue eyes, strikingly blue, staring straight into my emerald green ones. They don't look at all menacing, just, sad. But before I can even register this, his hateful glare replaces it. He knees me in stomach and struts away, his little friends trailing behind him. I run to the bathroom.
My left eye is already starting to swell from when he punched me earlier, and purplish bruises are blooming up and down my arms.
The bell rings and I rush to get my things together and sprint home.
I push open the front door, slinking past soundlessly.
But not before Michael sees me.
"Get back here right now boy! You think you can just come home and not do any work? Go do the dishes and scrub the floor!'
I sigh and drop my backpack onto the floor. As I pass, Michael smirks at me and smacks me in the bum. He grins at me pevertedly and I scramble to get passed him as fast as I can. I'm gonna get it tonight. Now that he's ditched Tara.
I finish my chores and slip up to my room. I start on my homework and sigh as I look at the time. 12:00. I groan and run my fingers through my hair.I scribble down the answers to my math and climb into my bed in my jeans and faded black t-shirt. I close my eyes and pray that Micheal is tired.
But he's not.
Next thing I know, my bedroom door creaks open and he walks in, wearing only his boxers. I sigh and shrink away from him. He grabs the collar of my shirt pulling it over my head. I struggle against him, and he slams my head against the bed railing.
"You little shit! I let you stay at my house, we do what I wanna do!" He slams his greasy mouth into mine and kisses me deeply, his slimy tongue demanding entrance into my mouth.
