He Stole My Heart |BoyXBoy|

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I looked up as the person walked in slowly. My face fell as I realized who it was.

"Hey, fag," Evan said as his lips formed into a smirk. I gulped and rest back against the wall wishing it would just swallow me whole.

"What do you want, Evan?" I asked and rolled my eyes but instantly regretted it when his hand made contact with my right cheek causing my glasses to fly off of my face. I shrieked and held onto my cheek as my body shook in pain. What guy slaps another guy on the cheek and calls themselves straight?!

"Don't talk to me like that," He muttered venomously and glared at me. I bit my bottom lip and looked away, blinking away the tears that were urging to come out. "Get up!" He yelled causing me to slightly jump in my position. I looked at him puzzled not realizing what he just said.

"I said get the fuck up!" He yelled again and grabbed me by my collar. He pulled me up roughly before punching me in the face. I yelped as he pushed me against the wall.

"If you make another sound, this time I'll make sure you never talk again," He mumbled at the side of my face and bit down on my ear harshly. I hissed but kept still.

Is this guy even straight?!

I shivered in fear and disgust as the memories of last month beating flashed in my head.

Before I could process what was happening, his fist made contact with my stomach causing me to double over and groan in pain. More hits came after and the only thing you could hear was the sound of him punching the living daylights out of me. The taste of my own blood tickled my tongue whenever he sent his blow.

"P-please, stop..." I begged but he just continued to send blows after blows. Each one made a drop of blood hit the tiles. And no one would know that it's mine because I'd always leave before anyone could find me.

When he finally stopped, I slid down the wall finally letting the tears go. I wanted so badly to scream. I wanted to ripe out his eyeballs, but I couldn't. "Awe, he's crying," He said in a sick voice. The sound of laughter filled my head causing me to look up, but no one was behind him. Am I imagining things now? Am I finally going crazy?

My thoughts were cut off when he kicked my stomach one last time before backing away from me. Pain shoot through my entire body as I coughed out blood.

"Bye, fairy," Evan said. His voice was distant signaling that he was outside. The door then shut and that's when I finally let everything go. I broke down, choking on my own tears. I held onto my aching stomach before trying to get up, but pain the pain was too much, I instantly collapsed. My vision then became blurry as my head pound. My breathing was uneven, the entire room was spinning and the sound of a high-pitched thrill-filled the air, echoing in my ears.

Seconds later, I passed out.

~•~

"Hey, kid! Wake up! Shit, what the hell happened in here?!" someone yelled. Sounds so familiar...

"Dude, wake up! Come on!" The voice yelled again. A hand softly touched my right cheek causing a burning sensation to shoot through it. I hissed and quickly got up but ended up hitting my head on something hard but kinda soft.

I shrieked and rubbed my head. I tried to stand up but pain, like before, shoot through-out my whole body causing me to rest back. I blinked a few times before looking up.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, almost in a whisper. He looked down at me worried. "I should be asking you that. Why I'm here doesn't matter," He said and took my arm before gently pulling me off the ground.

"Who did this to you?" He asked.

"No one." I lied, which was dumb.

As much as I wanted to jump on him and kiss the living daylights out of him, I gotta keep cool, even if I'm in serious pain at the moment.