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It was about six in the morning when I woke up, only to find myself on the floor. I'm pretty sure I either fell off or tom accidently pushed me off, maybe purposely. I pushed myself up and headed out to the store. I was surprised it was open so early, but when I got there, I saw someone I hoped id never see again. Chris. I looked him dead in the eye as he marched his way over to me, his chin held high as if he owned the place. "Look at who it is... The shrimp from high school!" "How's my favorite shrimp doing?" He mocked. Ever since high school, he's tormented me for being shorter than him, I mean, the guy is 7 ft. 4! He's huge! But I'm only 6 ft. 1, so I guess he just wanted to target someone who he thought was short, stupid and immature. He kept on blabbing about how great his life was and much mine must suck without any friends or anyone to love me, but when he noticed I wasn't paying any attention to him, he forcefully grabbed my face, making me look at him.

 "You gonna listen now shrimp?" He spat, practically gaining anyone's attention that was near us. He looked around, noticing the manager watching through his window. "Before ya leave, I'll give you a little present." He said in a hushed voice, grabbing my wrist and dragging me outside into a nearby alleyway. At least a million thoughts were going through my head right now. After throwing me down into a corner, I quickly scrambled up, only to be forcefully pushed into the wall behind me. I dodged his first punch, but the next one hit me square in the face, making my nose bleed a smidge. I wasn't expecting anything after that, really, because he only said a little present, but I guess me dodging the first punch infuriated him, causing him to knee my gut three times, using all the power he could. I coughed up a mouthful of blood the third time before he finally left me alone. I went home in my terrible state, thankfully to find everyone except for Matt still asleep. I didn't mind Matt, because I thought he would be to busy admiring himself. Notice how I said thought. Matt whipped his head around so fast I thought he might have snapped his neck. "Where were you?" He asked. I told him I went for a walk and that I was fine, even thought it took all my strength not to cry from the pain in my stomach. I ran to my room quietly, and the second I closed the door, I let myself cry all I wanted to. I hugged my knees and sobbed quietly, knowing now that Chris knew I hadn't left and that he would never leave me alone. The only problem about crying my eyes out on the floor in a ball?

 I forgot Tom was still asleep in the room, and I had woken him up. "Why are you crying in the corner of your room?" He huffed, clearly upset about being woken up. "I... I'm sorr- "He cut me off with a low 'hush' and walked over. "What happened this time?" He asked, concern laced in his voice. 'Is he... worried?' I thought. 'No... He hates me, and I hate him.' "D-do you remember C-chris?" I said, stuttering from all the sobbing. His 'eyes' would have shown hate if he had any, but I could see the way he cringed when he said that name. "Yeah, what about him?" "W-well... I started, only to start crying again. I felt so vulnerable, crying in a ball on the floor Just because of someone I saw? It was mostly the pain in my nose and stomach that made me cry. A part of me was thankful that the room was dark from the blinds being closed so that he couldn't see the drying blood on my mouth. He told me that it was going to be fine and that Chris would have to get through him, Edd, and Matt, even though Tom is the shortest. He helped me up, but by the time I 'stood' up, I hunched over from my stomach. I slightly looked up, seeing his face cringe at my weakness right now. "Come on, get up, it's not like he hurt you, Tord." He said. 'Oh... right. I didn't tell him how Chris tried to murder my stomach.' I looked away, pain in my eyes as he stood there, processing everything. It seemed to have clicked to him that he really had done something to hurt me, for after that he grabbed my arm forcefully, dragged me over to the bed, and what he said next left me stunned and gaping for a moment.

(A/N) Wowie. 814 words? That's a new record.