Guardians and Angels

Chapter 6: Rapunzel

When Flynn showed up, I knew I was in for my punishment. His stare- that deadly stare that always shot into me and left me feeling paralyzed- had expressed his rage and ensured my doom. I didn't want to leave the safety of my friends, but I knew that I had to comply to Flynn's wishes or else I'd be in for a worser fate.

Flynn literally dragged me away from my friends and to the janitor's closet where he could fulfill his incentives in solitude. He slammed the door behind us, a loud bang following afterwards and making me jump, and turned to me in a sharp, terrifying movement.

"How many times do I have to tell you?" Flynn growled.

"I'm sorry. I was just-"

He gripped my shoulders tightly and shook me violently. "Stay away from other boys! You belong to me!"

"Flynn, I swear, they're just friends. I would never do that to you," I defended with a pathetic voice that represented a squeaky mouse.

My pleas weren't convincing enough for him, even though they were entirely true. My body was flung against the shelves containing the many bottles of bleach and cleaning supplies, making my spine instantly ache from the blunt force and a disgruntled groan to eject from my throat.

Before I could compose myself again, Flynn hoisted me up by my shoulders and slapped his large hand across my face. A sharp numbing sensation possessed the side of my face as soon as his hand was swiped across it and left me in a dazing state.

"You better make sure it stays that way, or else you're done for. And don't think I won't be watching you," Flynn warned.

I nodded.

I thought with those last words, he'd let me leave, but I was sorely mistaken. Once more I was slammed into something, but this time it was the tile wall, bringing more aching to the previous throbbing of my spine. With me pinned to the wall and no way to escape, he brought his avid lips upon my neck and left a wet trail up and down it. For twisted and unknown reasons, taking advantage of me brought a gratifying thrill to Flynn that continued to feed his urges even more, but to me it brought so many horrible emotions that couldn't be described.

"Eugene, please stop," I pleaded desperately as a few tears slipped from my eyes. My words were chosen for a reason even though I knew they'd have consequences. The consequences were the better option. I couldn't have him touch me like this.

As I expected, his fist made hard contact with my face and shot an enormous amount of pain to it. My left eye refused to open because the impact to it was too great, while my other eye was blurry with tears. Next, his fist inserted itself deeply into my stomach forcing the contents of my stomach to spill out in front of me. I had finally gotten myself a decent meal for the first time in days, only for it to be thrown up into the mop bucket.

Flynn stood over me and watched as I continued to vomit. "Don't ever call me that, do you understand?" he threatened through gritted teeth.

I nodded my head, for I couldn't speak from the burning that my bile had left behind in my throat. He gave one last look of distaste before leaving me all alone on the cold, hard, cement floor of the janitor's closet with tears streaming down my bruised face.

My body was so sore that it felt paralyzed and I couldn't move. For the next hour and a half, the only thing I could do was sob into my hands. I've always tried to see the good in everything but in times like this, it was nearly impossible. The only good thing I could see in this was the fact that this attack wasn't nearly as bad as previous ones I've had.

My phone kept getting text messages from Jack asking me where I was but I ignored him. I couldn't find an excuse good enough to explain my situation, so I refused to say anything at all. I had begun using silence to answer a lot of my questions because I had no idea how to actually voice my em0tions properly; it was completely and utterly pathetic of me.