Love Hurts (boyXboy)

Chapter 3

      POV: Jake

As the hallway becomes packed with other teenagers, i stand up against the lockers in shock. It's been more than five minutes, i just can't seem to move. I'm frozen in place. He was so close, our breaths were a mix of warmth and possibility. He's never wrapped his hands around my throat like that before, he's never done any of that before...
      Taking me out of class, choke holding me, his lips less than an inch away from my mouth, his demands were different this time. They almost seemed... sexual. No. I shouldn't be thinking this way. There has never been any sexual drive in Alexander's assaults...has there? I feel a tightening in my pants and i suck in a breath. I shake my head to try to rid myself of the events that just occurred. I want you to beg for mercy and submit to me. A wave of heat crosses my body and i shiver. What was that all about? I don't know but it's left me flustered and bothered.
            I push myself off the lockers and scurry to my next class. Daniel is in this class and i quickly take the seat next to him. He looks over at me anxiously.
"What happened?!" He asks immediately.
"I-...he um..." I'm still speechless and not sure what to say.
Daniel looks at me expectantly and hits my arm lightly.
"Tell meeeee!"
"He took me into the hallway...and he pushed me against the lockers."
"Oh god.."
"Then he wrapped his hands around my throat and i think he almost..."
"He almost what?? Did he hurt you badly this time? Show me!" I can tell he's becoming impatient and worried.
"No he..it looked like he wanted to kiss me." I look down at my desk, my cheeks flushing.
            I notice Daniels jaw drop and he grabs my arm aggressively. I jump at his sudden grip and look at him. He's shocked and wants to know every detail. I explain how when he was close to me he spoke in this deep, husky voice, how our lips were practically touching, and when i get to the part of begging for mercy and submitting Daniel loses it, a loud gasp escapes his lips and he covers his mouth in shock.
"Wait you don't think..." he offers.
I shake my head quickly. "No of course not! There's no way.."
We stare at eachother in silence. What did this mean? He's bullied me harshly for so many years, then today he suddenly kidnaps me from class, and makes a move on me? Can what he did count as 'making a move'?
"He just acted really weird today. Like if he wanted to um fuck the shit out of me?" My voice drops to a squeak at the last part.
"Oh my god. What if he wants to totally be your dom? That would explain why he's beaten the hell out of you for the last six years!" I look at Daniel in confusion, he wants to be my what?
            I scrunch my brows at him in confusion. He looks back at me like I'm crazy. We do this all the time; communicate with our facial expressions. He rolls his eyes and proceeds to explain himself.
"He's dominant, he likes to be in control. He wants to dominate you! But in his case it seems like more than just sex if he's been bullying you all your life. Now suddenly he wants it to be sexual?"
I sort of understand but still feel a bit lost so i just nod. Our English teacher walks in and begins to teach the lesson. The entire class, I'm in my own head. My thoughts race back and fourth as I imagine what it would be like to have Alexander as a 'dom'.
          Would he hit me? Would he torture me in painful or sexual ways? How would he treat me in public? Would i be just an object for him? Or would an emotional connection develop? So many question, so many possibilities. Would i want any of this from him?
             
           At the end of the school day, i keep an eye out for Alexander as i sneak my way out of the building. I jog away from it until i reach the sidewalk that leads to my house. I look behind me to make sure no ones followed me to my address before sticking the key in the door knob. I rush into my house and slam the door behind me. I press my back against the door as i sigh in relief.
         My mom walks out from the kitchen and into our small living room.
"Oh honey you're home!" She rushes over and places a kiss on my forehead.
I swat at her in embarrassment. After setting my things down i immediately head upstairs to my bedroom. We live in a small townhouse with two bedrooms and one bathroom, a small, cramped kitchen, and a small cozy living room decorated with dark brown and leather.
          Thankfully, Alexander didn't beat me today so there were no bruises or cuts i had to hide from my mom. The thing is, my mom knew i got bullied in middle school, every single day. I'd come home with a new bruise, cut, scratch daily. She worried and stressed a lot, always coming to my school to complain. Of course nobody ever did anything. Once highschool started i stopped telling her about the bullying, started pretending everything was fine and hiding any marks on my body. I didn't want her so worry so much, she did enough of that.
           My mom was a single mother, my dad died in the military right after i was born so i never really got to meet him. I guess i have daddy issues. My mother's always treated me with the outmost love and kindness and support. She knows I'm bisexual, and she's always accepted that about me. I'm grateful to her for that, knowing how many lgbtq+ kids don't get their parents support.
         Suddenly my phone rings; it's Jennifer. I pick up and immediately hear her growl into the phone.
"What did he do to you today?"
That's right, i only told Daniel.
"Um...."
i sigh before going through the whole explanation again. By the end of it, Jennifer is seething in anger.
"How dare he? Who does he think he is? I've had enough of that fucking asshole! Next time i see him I'm kicking him where it hurts." She claims.
I shake my head as if she could see me and stutter.
"N-no Jenny please. You know i hate conflict and you know that if anyone tries him...he'll just be even harsher on me. I don't know how far my body can go with him." I plead.
She sighs and agrees not to try anything.
         I'm relieved that she'd agreed to keep her distance from Alexander. I know how angry it makes her that he harasses me so much, i know she wants to protect me. But it's for the best if i just let Alexander have his way with me.
"Are you doing anything right now? Come over?" She asks me in a husky voice.
           Jennifer has a way of making her words seem sultry yet demanding, like you can't say no to her. I agree and pick up my bag before rushing downstairs.
"Going to Jennifer's, mom!"
"Alright, if you're staying over please let me know sweetheart! Love you!" Her kind voice calls from the kitchen. 
The smell of freshly baked lasagna wafts into my nostrils but i rush out of the house and onto my bike anyway. I realize i never ate anything today, once lunch came all i did was hide in a janitors closet to avoid bumping into him.
      Just going out into public is nerve wracking. I always fear that he's somehow found my address and that he'll find me wherever I'm going. I pedal furiously, willing my legs to take me to my destination quickly. My quick pedaling causes me to lose my balance and i along with my bike fall over. My knees scrapes against the concrete of the sidewalk and i grunt in pain.
"Ah, fuck." I hiss as i hold a hand over my now bleeding knee.
I stand up slowly and thank god that I'm a few feet away from Jenny's house.
        I know on Jenny's door and her door immediately flies open. She stands there looking like a complete seductress, her tall figure is glistening with water droplets, probably from a recent shower, she's wearing a dark red robe and her breasts are full as her cleavage peeks out of her robe at me. She runs a hand through her damp, log black hair as she grins at me and pulls me in by my wrist.
       I feel my face begin to grow warm as i avoid looking at her chest. Jennifer is beautiful, I've always thought that. She's also independent and strong and knows what she wants, she's a great friend. At times i can say that I've felt protected by her.
"Hmm you're here! Come here little cutie!" She pulls me into a tight embrace, her soft breasts pressing into me.
Suddenly she looks down at my blood stained pants and gasps.
"The fuck Jake!"
"I-i fell.."
"Jesus Christ, let's get you cleaned up." She takes my hand and leads me upstairs into her bedroom.