Suicide Note

Chapter Two

Christopher...

"Awe come here Chrissy! Don't you wanna give me a kiss?" Jayden teases as he makes kissy faces at me. My face heats up in embarrassment and I attempt to turn away. My backpack is grabbed and I feel myself being forced back. "Ah! Don't run away so fast!" He teases as he pushes me up against the locker. We both stood at about six foot two, making us face to face with one another. "A little birdie told me you like me." He says as he tilts his head to the side. I quickly shake my head and swallow the lump in my throat.
"N-no... I don't." I stutter and he laughs showing his perfect rows of teeth.
"You ain't gotta lie pretty boy!" He says and adds a few chuckles. Some of his friends join in on the laughter and my eyes begin to well with tears.
"I've gotta go... please." I beg and he pouts. 
"Nah... you want me right?" He asks, pushing his chest up against my own. I shake my head and let a few tears slip down my cheeks. "Y'all see him lying?" He asks his friends and they laugh once more. "Y'all think I should give him what he wants?" He asks, turning his head to look back at me. My heart hammers in my chest as I try to squirm away.

"Yeah man! Give pretty boy what he wants." A boy behind him smirks and I flutter my eyes back up to Jayden's. His grey eyes sparkle as he smiles once more and grips my face. "Lets go before coach gets back..." Another one chimes in but he shoos him off.
"Coach ain't coming back no time soon. Let me get a round with him." He says before quickly swiveling my body around. He pins my arms behind my back and I begin to panic.
"L-let me go please..." I beg but he didn't listen.
"You like this stuff right? Shut up and stay still!" He grits and I hear the buckle of his belt being undone. I thrash in his hold causing him to twist my arm. "Be still man!" He yells and I cry harder.
"Jay just let him go..." The same boy says causing him to growl.

"All y'all get the hell out of here! This between me and him." He says and they quickly scurry from the locker room.
"Please... let me go." I beg and he laughs bitterly behind me. His hand pushes my face against the locker causing my glasses to crack.
"No you faggot! I'm giving you what you want." He says before his hands begin to tug down my sweat pants. I try my hardest to get away from him but he was way stronger than me. Vicious pumps of his hips forward hit my backside as he invaded my privacy. I clench my eyes shut and attempt to pull my arms from behind my back but he holds them still as he continues to have his way with me. My vision is blurry due to the endless tears that stream from my eyes. His grunts and groans make me want to vomit as he breathes heavily in my ear. "You like this don't you Chrissy?" He asks into my ear before letting out a breathy chuckle. I whimper and let out hoarse 'please'. As he gets closer to his peak his hips speed up and his thrusts become short and fast. 

"A-ah... fuck!" He groans before his climax fills me up. His hips pump forward a few more times before he pulls back and releases me. My limp body falls to the floor and I can feel his release and my blood leak down the back of my legs. The clanking of his belt catches my attention and I slowly look up. A smirk lines his lips as he fixes himself. "We ain't gone tell nobody about this right Chrissy?" He asks, bending down to my level. He grabs my face in his hand and I quickly shake my head. "Good boy." He laughs before standing up and snatching his bag from the ground. He slings it around his shoulder before glancing down at me. "Take a shower before coach gets back... that'll be a hard one to explain if he sees you like this." He says before turning around and walking out.

My hands tremble as I shake uncontrollably. The hot beads of water stream down on me as I watch the blood rinse down the drain.
"Who's in here?" I hear coach yell and I quickly place my face under the water to hide the fact that I'd been crying. I peak open the curtain and look over at him.
"It's me coach." My voice was now scratchy and tired out.
"Christopher? What're you still doing here? You alright?" He asks as he tucks his clipboard under his arm. I nod and give him a small smile.
"I'm good, just wanted to shower before I head home. I'll be out soon." I say and he nods.
"Alright, stop by the office to let me know so I can lock up." He replies and I nod before closing the curtain back. I scrub my body harshly once more before turning off the water. I snatch my towel off of the hook outside before wrapping it around my waist. I open the curtain up and make my way back towards my locker. After I've got it opened I toss another pair of sweats on and a T-shirt.

"I'm all set coach..." I say as I peak into his office. He looks up from his papers and nods his head.
"Alright, you have a good night Christopher." He says and I give him a small smile.
"You too." I say before heading out of the locker room. I limp down the long hallway and out of the front doors. I carefully step down the stairs before turning right to begin my walk home. I walk at a slow pace even though I know my father will chew me out when I get home. I lift my wrist and glance at my clock noticing it was near seven. Sighing deeply I turn into our yard before stepping up the stairs. Before I can use my key to unlock the door it pulls open and my father comes into view.
"Christopher." He says sternly and I swallow the lump in my throat. He shakes his head at me before stepping to the side, allowing me into the house. I walk past him and begin to kick off my shoes.
"Chris! Baby wherever you been?! I've been so worried!" My mother gasps as she runs towards me. Her arms wrap around me and I clear my throat.
"Practice ran a little later than usual today." I lie and she nods her head before rubbing my back.