We All Go To Hell

Chapter Three

"Maybe you shouldn't have fucking walked into me, Way!"

Nick yelled, four inches from my face. Which was the worst, his breath smelt like shit and his eyes practically seared through me.

"I didnt walk into you. "

I mumbled.

My back was pressed hard against the wall in an empty hallway. It was between fourth and fifth period and apparently I'd done something to make Nick so angry he thought it'd be a good idea to corner me and threatened to rip my hair out.

"I saw you!!"

He spat, getting his face even closer to mine and fuck was it horrible.

"My bad. I didnt realize you were so big you took up the entire hall."

"You're askin' for it, faggot!"

"Am I?"

I made my eyes as big as possible and made sure to stare directly into his ugly, beady, eyes.

"Yeah!!"

He swung his fist back and before I could squirm away his knuckles were pushed hard into my stomach. I choked slightly, leaning over, kind of head butting his chest. I coughed a few times. If I weren't dying here I'd have a nice snide remark to throw in his ugly face.

"You got anything else to say?"

He asked behind gritted teeth.

I nodded slowly, my vision soon coming back to me. "Yeah. Is your head as hard as your hits?"

He snarled at me. He kind of even sounded like a dog.

"You just dont learn! "

He hit me again in the same spot that he'd hit the first time and this time harder. My knees buckled in and I dropped to the floor, clutching my probably bruised stomach. I couldnt breath and I couldnt even open my eyes.

Right when I thought Nick would kick me or use his fist again, I heard him gasp and sneakers squeaking on the beige tiles.

"The fuck is wrong with you?! You crazy?!"

Nick called and I heard him trying to fight back but ultimately his back hit the wall and I heard him groan in pain.

"You think its funny messing with kids who didnt do shit to you?"

I know that voice. It was Frank. I guess i got my answer. I dont think I should be scared of him.

Nick scoffed. 

"Oh. Right. The fuckin midget's gonna get me. Sure."

I opened one eye slightly and looked up, examining the scene. Frank had his hand wrapped around Nick's throat and Nick's back was pressed against the wall, like mine had been not even five minutes ago.

"Oh come on"

Frank sneered.

"Im not that short."

Then I could see through my blurry vision Frank's fist hit hard into Nick's jaw.

"I mean really. You're only about an inch or two taller than me. And you're what? 200 pounds?"

Nick went to push Frank back but Frank grabbed his wrist tight with his free hand, the other still wrapped around Nick's throat.

"That was a stupid move, now...wasn't it?"

In the blink of an eye Frank had twisted Nick's wrist back, a smug look on his face.

"Very stupid."