The Bully falls for his Victim

chapter 3

~next day~

I went exploring and found a room with a beautiful white grand piano.

I sat down and opened the lid. I thought for a while about what song to play and eventually started playing K448 -l: Allegro Con Brio, Sonata DOS Pianos by Mozart.

Not long after I'd started playing, Layne showed up, "where'd you learn?" He asked.

"The only good thing that came out of me being with my dad.." I said, "but I stopped when I left primary school.."

"You're amazing.." He sat next to me, "why'd you stop?"

"I wasn't able too," I said.

"Why?" He asked curiously.

"The first ever time my dad hurt me," I said, "he broke my hand and put me in hospital.."

"Jesus Christ.." He gritted his teeth.

"My mum kicked him out after that.." I said, "and a week later, the restraining order was put into place.."

Layne hugged me, which forced me to stop playing.

"H-hey.. If you're not careful, we'll fall off this chair.." I said.

Shortly after saying that, we fell to the floor. Layne sat up, "I want you to stay in the west wing on this house for me."

"Why? I questioned.

"My friends are stopping by," he replied.

I moved from underneath him and walked out of the room.

~time skip~

I walked down the hallway, making sure to stay away from where Layne and his friends were.

I bumped into something. I looked up and saw it was Clayton, the one who does most of the damage to me.

"Why are you her" he growled.

I was slammed against the wall before I could answer him.

"Looks like someone wants to be beaten up again," he grabbed my collar.

I wasn't thinking and ended up slapping him.

He clutched his cheek. I ran off.

He ran after me and caught up with me. He pushed me to the floor.

"You've really done it now pipsqueak!" He smirked.

He pinned my wrists above my head with one hand and used his other hand to take off my trousers and stick his hand down my boxers.

I heard footsteps coming down the hall. I heard the steps much closer and stop.

I looked up and Layne was standing really close to my hands, death staring Clayton.

"Get the fuck out of my house you scumbag!" Layne yelled, "take the other three with you!"

Clayton got off me, kicked me in the stomach and walked off.

"Shit!" I curled up.

Layne forced me to sit up. He picked me up and took me to his room.

"What'd he do?" He asked and dropped me onto his bed.

"Why can't you people leave me alone?" I sighed still clutching my stomach.

"Zane.." He climbed onto the bed and lay next to me.

"I beg of you.." I said, "tell them to stop.."

He didn't reply.

I sat up, "if you don't then I never want to see you again."

"Zane.." He grabbed my hand and pulled me towards him.

"I'm sorry.." I said, "but I know you won't do it.." I slapped him and went home.