Shawn

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Shawn whimpered in pain as another punch was sent to his gut, forcing him onto his knees in agony. This was the fifth time this morning. He glanced up at his attacker. 

"Fucking faggot." His bully spat and kicked him onto his back. The bully had ginger red hair and freckles all over his pale face. He was tall, about 6'2. He walked away.

Shawn groaned in pain softly, using the lockers to his right to help himself up. He hoped his boyfriend, Ashton, would put a stop to this. Maybe, if Shawn was a good boy, Ashton would make them stop...

Shawn, with the help of the lockers he was leaning on, walked towards the nurses office with a limp. He walked inside. 

"Hi Mrs. Johnson." He greeted in a soft voice. 

Mrs. Johnson sighed and led him to a cot. "This is the 10th time this week, Shawn. Why don't you tell someone?" She asked in a kind but worried voice. 

Shawn just smiled softly. "Better me than anyone else." He replied. 

After about half an hour, he left, still with a limp, towards lunch. Out of the corner of his eye, he could spot someone staring at him with drowning green eyes. He kept walking. 

He got his lunch and sat down next to his boyfriend, whom had which hit him upside the head. 

"You're late, bitch." He spat. 

Shawn looked down. "I-I'm sorry master.. T-these boys were-" 

"I don't give a fucking shit. I'm glad they put you in your place you faggot." Aston growled.

Shawn shiver in fear. He didn't like it when his boyfriend got angry. 

In the back of the lunch room, watchful eyes gazed upon the scene, anger growing inside them. 


A/N: Short chapter I know. I'm on a bit of a writers block at the moment. They will get longer I promise. Ill try to update as soon as i can. Until then, Stay in Drugs and Don't do school! Peace!

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