The Boy Next Door (Mavin)

Chapter Thirteen: Opening Up

Chapter Thirteen:

Ever since Arron was taken out of suspension, my life had become a living hell. Everyday, Arron made sure to find me off school grounds just so he could taunt me. It didn't matter where I went, he always found me. He had spies everywhere.

Today, however, I had managed to sneak out of school a little early out of hope that I could make it home before Arron and his gang set out for me. I walked as quickly as I could without drawing attention to myself, however my paranoid mindset kept me constantly turning my head, afraid Arron would pop up behind me.

As I made it home, I took note that both my parents were home. Seeing this made my heart sink considering that I typically had a couple hours of freedom before they returned home. Gritting my teeth, I threw my backpack next to a tree and scampered away, thinking of a place I could go to hide away from Arron until I could safely enter my home.

I began heading back towards the city. It was a highly populated area so Arron may hold off a bit. I looped my way down alley's, feeling my heart skip a beat when I heard the giggles of schoolchildren walking home.

Eventually however, my luck ran out.

As I looped down another alley, I spotted Arron at the end of it, walking past with a group of his friends. I felt my breath catch in my throat as Arron turned his head towards me and stopped dead in his tracks.

"Well, looks like Mr. Faggot Jones came looking for us for his daily beating," Arron sneered, his eyes glinting menacingly. His friends wheeled up next to him and began slowly strapping their backpacks tighter against their bodies.

Arron and I stared each other down. He gave an evil smirk before taking a step forward, making me sprint down the way I came.

I heard the clamorous pound of running feet as Arron and his gang took chase. I sprinted faster, trying to make a mental map of possible hiding spots. I heard the jabs Arron and his friends made at me, making me feel all the more inferior to them.

As I rounded a corner to sprint down a street, I watched as a car drove by. Thinking fast, I stopped, letting Arron's gang catch up. Maybe if they beat me in front of a car, the person will get out and help. It was futile, yes, but I couldn't outrun them forever.

Arron and his gang finally caught up and grabbed me. One of his friends grabbed my arms and held them behind my back while Arron and his other friends removed their backpacks. They began cracking there knuckles, arguing about who got first punch.

Come on... come on...

Finally the first punch came. Arron clocked me across the jaw, allowing fresh white hot pain to soar through it. I looked over at the car seeing it at a stop sign. Just a couple more punches and I might be able to get away.

The next punch was to my stomach. I doubled over, feeling my insides gurgle at the sudden impact. I forced myself to stand up straight again, despite the growing feeling of vomiting becoming stronger.

The last punch collided with my eye, no doubt bruising it. The boy holding my arms back let me fall to the ground. All four boys laughed as I struggled to get up. I felt a couple kicks hit my abdomen, as well as the wet feeling of saliva on my skin as they spit on me.

However, all of a sudden it all stopped. I looked up seeing that the driver of the car had gotten out to aid me. Thanking whatever higher being there was for this person, I slowing started to stand up. I look back seeing the person round up on Arron and his gang, looming over them with his bigger size. Arron and his friends looked at him in fear, realizing they were in trouble now. Arron locked eyes with me, gave me a nasty glare, and mouthed 'this isn't over.' They then turned heels and ran back the way they came, leaving the man to glare after them.