Psychotic (L.T)

Nine

(A/N: think of this as a flashback and think of them speaking in French. Google translate is not accurate so I decided against it. 😛)

"Hold him down! Hold him down, and get his legs!" They shouted as they dragged him through the empty courtyard. There were four boys around him. Two of them had his legs while the others stood back and laughed as he cried out in pain. The ground was like sandpaper against the soft skin on his stomach and arms, an he could feel the skin ripping every time they pulled him.

"Stop!" He cried out, squeezing his eyes shut. "Please stop!"

They stopped abruptly in the middle of the courtyard, and the two boys that handled his legs let him go.

"Look at him," John smirked, kicking him in his side. "How pathetic he is."

"Really pathetic," Rod scoffed. "Why don't you defend yourself, you little bitch?"

Laurent sat up slowly, looking down at his stomach and ripped shirt. He had marks running up and down his abdomen, and blood dripped from all of them. It was a stinging, agonizing pain, and it made the stream of tears fall faster.

"Please," he begged looking up at them. "Please I do nothing to you, nothing. I just want go home."

A boy who's name was unknown kneeled down beside Laurent and he spat in his face, punching him in the side of the head afterwards. Laurent toppled over quickly and he held his head. The only sound he could hear was the ringing that emitted from the impact. It was a cold, burning pain this time and he could feel warm liquid leaking from his ear. It was blood.

He turned on his stomach fully, and his eyes met a pair of familiar shoes. He looked up slowly and he came face to face with Larry, a sob leaving his lips.

"Larry," he cried, his voice breaking immensely. "Why you do this to me? With them? I your brother!"

"No, you freak. We never brothers," Larry said coldly before the toe of his shoe connected with Laurent's face. Laurent yelped and he turned over on his back, holding his nose. Larry, John, Rod, and the other boy took turns hitting him and kicking him, making sure to leave no spot untouched. Laurent couldn't even cry anymore, all the pain he was feeling was becoming too much for him. He just laid there and took it with soundless tears running down his face. Larry looked down at him, examining his bloodied and beaten face. Something stabbed at his heart and he immediately felt guilty.

"Okie guys," he said. "This enough. Leave him."

The three boys stopped and they stood up, looking at their work proudly.

"How can you be related to this bitch?" John asked. "And be twins? I'd hate to look like him."

"I don't know," Larry said, shrugging dryly. "But we go now. Before someone comes."

The three of them nodded and they followed Larry out of the courtyard, laughs erupting from them.

Laurent could feel himself slipping away from reality, and he prayed to God that this would be the day that he died.

-

"Where the hell have you been?" His mom shouted as he dragged himself into the house. He closed the door behind him and he looked at her, sighing.

"I fell," he mumbled. There was no point in telling them what Larry and the other boys did to him. Even with all the proof hanging on his body, they'd never believe him. They'd always take Larry's side. He never mattered to them.