Thirteen-years-old, Connor Wolfhard, a considerate and magnanimous teen, trying to cope with the enslaved power of a merciless creature. With the abidance of detest, deep-rooted for his contentious mother, and intricate in an explosive concocted sto...
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C O N N O R
It's been exactly a month since I moved here, in which every day new bruises loiter my body, the pain becomes more unbearable by the second, insults are thrown at me and I gain a new nickname, the damaged goods.
The only thing I can look forward to is the time I spend with my friends. Other than that, my brothers except Elliot use me like I'm a human punching bag, just like Riley and Kyle did. I'm always on the edge, waiting for them to throw the next hit or shout another insult.
School isn't any better, Dexter and his goons bully me for fun. I feel useless, just letting them walk all over me as they please.
Why can't I stand up for myself?
Because you're pathetic.
I'm so pathetic.
When I reached the school, I walked to my locker, to see some students laughing at me like they always are. I just ignored them, letting out a sigh and putting my backpack in the locker.
I glanced at the locker next to mine, Cameron's locker, but there was no sign of him. Nor was there any sign of Shelby or Lucas. My eyes went up at the clock behind me to see that it was only 7:30. I was really early today.
As I waited for them by my locker, I saw Dexter walking towards me. I felt my breathing hitch, as I turned the other way and tried to quickly walk away, but a harsh hand on my shoulder caused me to turn around.
"Where do you think you are going?" Jack said and plastered a smirk on his face.
"Finally, I get to see the day when there's no one to save you!" Drew asked, an evil smirk playing on his lips. "You'll never forget today."
I shut my eyes tightly, looking down at my hands, when Dexter suddenly slammed me against my locker, causing me to clench my teeth.
I automatically felt the unbearable pain shoot through my back; only reminding me of the recent beating I had undergone.
I opened my eyes, just in time to see Zeke grabbing my wrist and twisting it.
"EVERYONE!" Dexter shouted, catching all the students attention. "I want to tell you all something!"
"D-Dexter..wha-t are you d-doing?" I stuttered through my pain.
I could feel the nerves and anxiety beginning to creep up on me, causing my body to shake.
Soon enough, there was a large crowd surrounding us. I felt myself slowly shrinking into my locker, the pain was now replaced with embarrassment.
"Do you know him?" Dexter questioned; a smirk evident on his face.
"NO!" Some people shouted.
"Yeh! Damaged goods!" Someone shouted, while laughing at me. I felt the tears begin to sting in my eyes.
