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*Slurs, verbal abuse and bullying*

I began to laugh at the faint bruise forming on his neck. "WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR!" he screamed. 

I shrugged still laughing, "You seemed to be enjoying it." 

He stepped so we were face to face. "I knew fags were no good." He stated, pulling back his fist and pounding it repeatedly into my stomach, then my face and chest. He continued to kick me into the wall and by the time he was done I knew for a fact a few of my ribs were broken and I was bleeding in several spots. "People like you don't deserve to live. I hope you kill yourself queer." He said finally stepping away, but turning around when nearing the exit. "Oh and don't you dare step foot near Phil again or you wont be the only one getting hurt, but your precious boy toy will be too." 

With that he left me immobile on the floor for what seemed like forever. 

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