Second Chance With You

Chapter 5

A 13 year old boy way on his way out on a Saturday evening. 
He wasn't really allowed out at that time since everyone's curfew was 6pm and then 8pm for the older kids who were few. 

It was 10pm and he was feeling adventurous.
He checked if the coast was clear and only the head nuns door was slightly open with light streaming into the dark passageway. 

That wouldn't be a problem though because he always used the back window to get out. 
This was his weekend habit and he had never been caught so far. 
Not that the sisters watching over them would care. 

Especially the boy who no one ever wanted to adopt. 
At least soon he would be old enough to leave on his own. 
He was tired of the place and just wanted to be out on his own.

Curse the law and its rules of the age of consent. 
As soon as he was out of the building he was hit with a cold breeze that seemed to tell him to go back to safety, but he wasn't planning on changing his mind. 

He needed to go out if he wanted to remain sane. 
This was his way of taking a breather from his life and everything around him. 

He was now taller and lost a good deal of baby fat. 
He had just started in highschool and some girls had even said he was kind of cute. 
He smiled at the thought. 

Maybe now he didn't have to worry about being alone and all his past bullies who had gone to a different school he assumed. 
He had gone to a more prestigious school on scholarship for his academic excellence. 

He usually just took a walk in the forest. 
Most people thought it was dangerous but he couldn't help but feel drawn to it. 
Like there was something or someone calling to him. 

On that particular day he took and unusual route and stumbled upon a cottage. 

But before he could venture further he heard a click sound and immediately turned to see a shadow of a man before him. 
It was too dark to see who this man was but the silver gun in his hand was clear as if flashed under the moonlight. 

But before the boy could run or scream he felt a sharp pain on his head as everything went blank. 

Rex jerked up in a crazed panic when he felt cold consume him. 

He was still trying to recover from another strange dream and the throbbing pain on his head was not helping.
It took him a few seconds before his vision focused on his surroundings. 

It was dark and he was surrounded by trees as he lay on the ground. 

He looked around confused until he spotted John carrying a bucket and all his other friends beside him. He was wet and figured they poured him with cold water. 

"What's going on?" Rex was finally able to speak after a long silence. 
He could feel the thick tension in the atmosphere as he scanned their glares all directed in his direction, which was strange because he had only seen the group happy since he met them. 

Never had he seen or felt such anger in waves from them. 
"What's going on" Mike responded with a bitter laugh. 
"What's going on is a stupid human thought he could sleep with my precious little sister" Mike added with clear anger in his eyes. Rex could have sworn his eyes turned amber in the moonlight. 
That's when his memory came flooding back. 

OH SHIT.

They must have caught him with Tiffany.
"Mike. I'm sorry I can explain" Rex said trying to stand up but Kevin pushed him back down which took him by surprise. His friends had never been this hostile. 

"I don't want to hear your stupid apology. I knew you were trouble from the moment I met you. I should have just killed you then you worthless waste of space" Mike spat leaving Rex even more confused. 
This wasn't Mike. This was not his best friend he had known and been with the past years. 

This man before him was a totally different person.
"I know you are mad and I would never take advantage of my friends sister when..."
"Friend" Mike cut him off before laughing like a demented hyena. 

"Do you know the expression 'keep your friends close but your enemies closer.' You were never my friend. I only kept you close so that I could keep an eye on you. Only because you looked like him" 
Before Rex could respond Mike punched him in the face.

"But (punch) you (punch) were (punch) just (punch) a worthless (punch) weak (punch) human (punch) who is of no use to me" Mike then kicked him in the stomach before taking a few steps back.
"I can't believe I wasted so much time on you" he finished and the only thing Rex could do in response is groan in pain. 

Mikes fist felt like he was being hit with a metal bat. 
If he survived this he was going to need reconstructive surgery on his face.

Rex finally raised his head and that's when he noticed Owen leaning on a nearby tree, smirking at him like he was enjoying g his favourite show. 
He wanted to ask what Mike meant but before he could make a sound John, Trace and Kevin were kicking him from all angles before leaving him in a pool of his own blood.

He was in so much excruciating pain and he knew most of his body was broken and he had some internal bleeding.

"What should we do with him?" Kevin asked.
"Just leave him for dead. He is too deep in the forest for anyone to find him and he won't last long. The wild animals will do the rest" Mike said and soon they were too far for Rex to hear their footsteps. 

Rex couldn't believe that the people he had believed to be his friends would leave him for dead. He was only filled with sadness and regret as he let the darkness of death consume him. 

  

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Is it the end for Rex?  How could his life come to an end so soon, especially in the hands of the people he believed to be his friends ?

©sadiesmilejones