Bullied By Scott Hoying

Chapter 12

I was getting weaker by the second, blood pouring from my nose and arms.

I probably looked like my natural skin color was a deep tan, instead of my usual pale white, because of all the bruises that I had.

"Stop!" I screamed loudly.

I summoned enough strength to stand up in a halfway upright position.

Scott sneered and punched me hard in the arm.

"I…. said… STOP!" I yelled, trying not to sound weak and pathetic.

Scott looked taken aback for just a split second, before a smug smirk formed upon his lips.

"Oh yeah? And what are you gonna do about it, huh?"He said in a low voice.

"I want you to st-stop... P-please."
I desperately tried to say it strongly, but I couldn't help but stutter.

"Why?" Scott asked.
His voice was more soft now, as if he had just realized that his actions and words had hurt me.

"Because I have realized that I have fallen hopelessly in love with you, despite all the things you have done to me, I have found it in my heart to forgive you. I want you to get out of my life, but at the same time I cannot imagine it without you. I love almost everything about you, except the fact that you hurt and broke me beyond repair."

I finished, tears streaming down my face and dropping down to my neck, making it sticky and wet.

Scott's eyes softened, they started to water.

"Shit," he said quietly. "Shit shit shit shit!"

Scott looked my body up and down, from the cuts on my calves, to the blood dripping from my stomach and soaking my shirt, to the bruises on my face and busted lip.

"I… did this to you? All of this?"
He asked, his voice filled with horror and sadness.

I nodded as another tear fell down my face. He shook his head, burying his face in his hands.

"God, I am so sorry." He mumbled. "See, I'm gay too. I found out when I was fourteen years old. I didn't go to this school then. One of my friends found out and told the whole school. I was bullied so my family and I moved here and I started anew in this school. I met Avi and we became good friends. But even after that, memories from my old school would come flooding back to me at unusual times. But I never told anyone. I kept it all bottled up inside, I didn't even tell Avi. When I saw you for the first time, gosh, you were so beautiful, you still are, but I was stupid and angry and guessed you were straight. When I found out you were going out with Kirstie I got so mad, and I hurt her too. I have had a crush on you since I first saw you. I don't think I can ever forgive myself for treating someone like you in such a harmful way."

As he finished I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Then all of the memories came back. The pain, the heartache, the cuts and bruises, the insults, and I couldn't take it.

"I don't think I can forgive you either."
I said, and broke off at a run.

"Mitch wait!" I heard Scott scream before I was engulfed in strong arms and a warm chest against my bloody face.

He picked me up bridal style and carried me the three blocks to his house.

He opened the door and set me gently down on the living room couch.

The house was silent, no one was home.

Scott walked into the kitchen and returned a few seconds later with a damp cloth. He started Cleaning the many wounds on me.

"Mitch, I think I am going to have to take your shirt off. All I want to do is clean the wounds on your ribs, chest, stomach and back. But only if you're okay with it?"

I was too weak to actually say anything, so I just nodded as he ever so gently pulled my shirt over my head.

After he was done cleaning my wounds, he disappeared and came back again with several ice packs.

He held them to various bruises on my body, staring into my eyes, and whispered.

"I love you Mitch Grassi, and I always will."

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