Reject || Luke Hemmings

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I woke up screaming and sweating. I glanced around. It was only a dream? It seemed so... So realistic.

"Lucas. It's time for school." My mother said as she opened my door and I nodded.

Great. School again. Everyone hates me there.

"Now." She demanded and I sighed.

I got up and shut the door. I quickly changed into a grey t-shirt with ripped skinny jeans and a red/black flannel wrapped around my waist. I fixed my hair into a quiff and slung my backpack over my shoulder.

"Sometimes school feels like that dream." I whispered to myself as I ran down the stairs.

"Breakfast." My mom placed a plate of food on the table. I just grabbed my skateboard, waved at her and skated out the door.

I heard her mumble something about me not eating enough. I rolled my eyes and made my way to the prison everyone calls highschool.

"Hey, look. It's that dork again." Michael taunted as I walked into the school hallways, gently placing my skateboard in my backpack.

"Shut up. I don't have time for your shit today." I shouted.

"Oh, look. He's finally learned to speak.. Dork." Michael taunted. He started laughing at me.

I sighed and grabbed my board again and started to skate away from him, trying my hardest to ignore him.

"Dumb idea, Hemmings. You should have learnt your lesson by now." He said and I braced myself for what was about to happen.

What he said was right. It was a dumb idea and I should have learnt by now. Everytime I try to skate away from him, he finds some way to knock me off my board and then beat me up.

"Go ahead. Get it over with." I said weakly.

He grabbed me by the back of my shirt, and lifted me off my board, letting it roll away. This dude was strong because he literally lifted me off the ground.

"Such a idiot."

He laughed and dropped me to the ground. Hard. My face hit the floor, and I just laid there helpless.

Of course Michael wanted to make it worse, so I was ready for it. He chuckled evilly and turned me around with his foot so that I'd be lying on my back.

"Get a life." He said and slammed his foot on a bad place.

My dick.

And he slammed it hard.

I groaned and immediately pulled my legs to my chest, making it to where I was practically in fetal position. Then as if that wasn't enough, he kicked me a few more times in various places.

"You finished?" I questioned. On a normal day, he would be finished by then. But...

"What do you think, Hemmings?" He bent over and got in my face. He chuckled a bit and mumbled something about me being helpless.

His breath smelled of a mixture of cigarette smile and alcoholic beverages.

"You fool." He said and punched me in the nose, and then in the eye. Both pretty hard.

"Get away from him!" I heard a voice yell.

I groaned and moaned a bit. That's all I could do honestly. I was so beaten and weak.

He continued to beat on me, and after a while, I finally lost consciousness.