Love Is Our Resistance

Show Me Mercy, Please

Warning!!!!! This chapter is quite graphic

Dom and I hold each other in a warm embrace, I feel all fuzzy on the inside.

"What the fuck is going on here!?"

I open my eyes to see Mark stood in the doorway, Dom's eyes open in fear. We quickly pull away from each other, both of our faces red.

"Don't tell me that you're a fag too ay Dom!" Mark's voice booms around the room.

"No! It's not what it looks like erm... Matt ahhh... Matt was trying to crush me, we were play fighting!" Dom shouts out in a blind panic.

"Well go on then Fag Bellamy, plant him!" Mark smirks at me, I feel uncomfortable under his gaze.

I can't hurt Dom, I don't even have the strength too. My thoughts run at 100mph. Dom looks at me with guilt in his eyes.

"If you don't do it, I'll plant you instead!" Mark becomes annoyed at my hesitation.

"I CAN'T DO IT!" I scream at the top of my voice.

Mark shows no mercy.

He pickes me up with ease and carries me out into the corridor, which is now filling up with students. It's so loud and busy, no one will realise what's happening, I'm tired of fighting... My body gives in.

Mark shouts across the corridor, everybody stops and looks at us. I catch a glimpse of Dom and the guilt in his cold grey eyes. There's nothing I can do now. Mark throws me to the cold hard floor.

"So I just caught this fucker trying to turn Dom into a fag too, now who wants to see it suffer?!" Mark smiles like a true sadist as the other students begin to cheer him on.

He picks me up by my school tie, it tightens around my neck. I can't breathe...

My arms and legs move manically in an attempt to hit him. But to no avail. He begins to punch me with his free arm.

Over...

And over...

And over again.

Punch after punch.

*crack*

I give up...

Pain shoots through my body, tears falling to the floor.

I hear teachers shouting among the cheering. He drops me to the floor once more.

But he doesn't stop.

He kicks my face...

One,
Two,
Three.

I feel something warm trickle down my forehead, the taste of blood strong.

I can make out the figures of the teachers dragging the beast away.

My vision goes black...

Why didn't you help me Dom?