Hidden Tears

Chapter One - The beginning

I was sitting alone in my math class after school listening to music with my headphones on and my feet crossed on the desk. I was waiting for my ride to go home. The school was empty but a few teachers and staff but it was quiet. Finally my phone rings, my ride is here. I get up, put the iPod away and head out.

I'm 16 and a sophomore. I'm new to this school. Today was my third day of school, even though its in the middle of the year. My mom got a new job so we had to move. Sucks I had to leave my friends behind but I can always make new.

I walk through the empty hall way until I heard laughing. It was coming from around the corner. Curiosity takes me as I decide to walk towards it and find it coming from the boys bathroom.

I peak inside and a couple of guys, four, surround the far corner of the bathroom as if they're surrounding something or someone as they laugh and smirk. I hear whimpering and sniffs as I realize a small brunette on the floor in the middle of the group.

"Now come on, get up." I hear one of the guys say as he tries to grab the boy.

Then one of the guys pushes the boy's head to side. The rest laugh at the little boy flinching. He hides his teary face in his shaking palms.

I want to leave and pretend that I didn't see anything. Everyone should solve there own problems. I don't want to get caught up in this.

As I was about to leave one of the guys grabs the collar of the brunette's shirt and pulls his own arm back ready to strick the small boy. The brunette closes his eyes tears streaming down his face as he clutches on the hem of his shirt shaking with fear.

"I think that's enough." I say leaning against the door frame with my arms crossed. I'm gonna regret this. The brunette opens his eyes and all eyes are on me.

"That's enough fun for today don't you think?" I look straight at the guy holding the boy. I try looking fearless but I'm scared. No, I'm terrified. What am I doing? Just leave!

The one holding the boy pushes him towards the wall and walks towards me. My hands start to sweat and I start shaking a little but I don't show it. Fear crawling on me as he gets closer. What did I do?

He was big and bold with long black hair, touching his shoulders and dark grey eyes. Sharp jaw with little facial hair. Fiery was in his eyes as well on his face and hands clutching them in fists.

He stands in front of me then smirks. What? He looks back at the rest of the group and signals them out the door. The all leave one by one, walking around the big guy. He then turns and starts walking out, looming over me.

"This will be fun." He begins laughing as he walks away. That was luck, I didn't think that they would actually stop. I let out the breath I was holding and try to calm my shaking. I turn towards the boy, almost forgetting he was there. He looks at me with confusion.

"You ok?" I ask walking towards him and holding a hand out to help him up.

He looks up at me with awe looking at me as if I was a super hero, a legend as he stands. He smiles and nods taking my hand. Right then I felt proud of myself for standing up and helping him out. It felt great.

The boy had brown, waving hair and light brown chocolaty eyes. His skin was soft and pale. He looked to be around 14 due to his size.

"Thank you." He whispers with a shaky voice.

He looks weak yet so strong. Tears still falling as his body shakes. He is strong to be putting up with this. I wonder if this has been happening for a while or just started today.

"What's your name?" I ask.

"Alex." He says.

"Ok Alex, I'm John. It's alright now they're gone. Let's go." I hold on to his shoulders and lead him out of the room.

I don't know why I did that but I don't regret it. No one should suffer like this. Though I know that there are consequences for everything, right? I'm not sure if I should tell someone, I've heard that if you do you'll get hurt worst or in my case, begin to get hurt.

The little brunette thanks me and starts walking down the road as soon as we're outside. I stand there watching him until I couldn't see him anymore. What will happen to me now? I try not to worry about it as I walk towards the car waiting for me.

"Who was that?" My mom asks as I open the door and get it.

Yes I ride with my mom but I'm not ashame or embarrassed, I don't really care of what people think of me. I live my life they live theirs.

"Just a friend." I buckle myself up.

"We should've given him a ride." My mom voice sounded a little sad. She never has really met my friends.

Now that she said that I should've asked if he wanted a ride. What if those guys see and followed him or something. I felt stupid to just help him then let him go off on his own.

I rest my head on the window and close my eyes. Calm down. I think to myself. He'll be ok. Taking a few deep breaths I turn back to my mom.

"You ok sweety?" She has a worry expression on her and reaches to touch my forehead. I lean back away from her touch.

"Yes Mom." Another deep breath. "I'm ok." I smile lightly and she nods before stepping on the gas peddle.

What if he gets hurt again because of me! I did the right thing though. I did, I did, I did! Right? I can't stop thinking about it. Was I really helpful to him or did I mess up?

"John. " My mother's voice snaps me out of my thoughts.

"Huh? " I look at her and I realize that the car stopped. We're home.

"Are you sure you're ok? " She asks titling her head to get a better look at me.

"Yeah, sorry I was just thinking." I respond. Before she could say anything else I get out of the vehicle.

I walk up the stairs up to the door of a a small two story house. Opening the door I see our living room with two couches and a large screen t.v. in front of a large window. I make my way to my room taking the stairs. The dark blue hallway filled with pictures from family vacations and other special occasions.

I finally reach my room and walk in. Once my head hits the pillow I'm knocked out.