𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐄 // 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

꧁𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄꧂

Warning: offensive use of words and violence ⚠️

No Pov

Danny was walking in the forest, looking for his good friend, Lloyd.
Lloyd didn't give a specific time to be there, so he just hoped for the best.

Little did he know he was about to get the worst.

"Lloyd!" Danny shouted, spotting his friend standing around from the distance.

"Hey, Danny!" Lloyd hugged Danny tight, embracing him.
Danny smiled. "How ar-"
"Come here!" He took Danny's hand, forcing Danny to follow him deeper into the forest...

Where nobody would see...
Or hear...

Lloyd sat Danny down on a log, staring at him.
After it started getting awkward, Danny decided to break the silence.
"So," he said. "Where did you get your name?"

"Oh," he said. "Well, my great great great great-
"Okay!" Danny said, laughing a bit.
"Right, sorry," he said. "Anyways, someone in my family was named Lloyd. So I was named after them.
"Huh," Danny said, smiling a bit. "What were they like?"
"Well, I'm not sure. All I know is that he used to work as a bartender."

Danny's pov

My heart sank to my chest.
God don't tell me Jack is watching...

No pov

"Oh," Danny said in shock, catching Lloyd off guard.
"Hey," he said, resting his palm on his cheek. "You okay?"

"Y-yeah. Just cold," Danny lied.
"I'd give you my jacket," Lloyd paused. "But I'm cold too. This isn't an 80s movie."
Danny laughed.
He laughed hard.
And as his giggles started to fade, Lloyd kept staring at him.
Not in the cute way he always stared at him.
Danny noticed this. He was about to open his mouth to ask what was wrong, but Lloyd interrupted, grabbing his friend by the sweater, pulling him into a soft kiss.
Danny gasped, realizing what was actually happening.
He kissed back.

Danny closed his eyes, Lloyd opening his to make sure Danny's eyes remained closed. While still kissing him, he reached over for the rope he had hidden behind him.
Danny suddenly felt himself being shoved on to the log, laying on his back.
His eyes opened, realizing that Lloyd was...

Tying him on to the log?
"Hey!" Danny shouted. "W-what are you doing?!"
Lloyd made some kind of hand signal, as if to tell someone to come out.
But he didn't just tell someone.
Out of nowhere, three other boys come from the bushes, grinning at Danny while approaching him.

"Now, Danny," Lloyd said, smiling like a psychopath. "You are so gullible, huh?"
Danny ignored the rude comment, beginning to shout.

"SOMEBODY HELP M-"
Tape was shoved on to Danny's lips, making his loud screams muffled.

So nobody would hear.

"You aren't getting helped," Lloyd said, scooting closer to Danny. "You're a queer, you know that? You're nothing but a fucking faggot."

Danny's eyes began to betray him, showing weakness as his tears ran down his face.
"You know what happens to people like you?" Lloyd said, only making Danny's anxiety worse.
Danny shook his head fast, whimpering.

"They get punished."

Lloyd motioned the three boys. They began to walk towards Danny, his muffled cries for help only getting quieter and weaker.
Danny looked down, noticing that one of the boys had a bat in one hand.

Danny's pov

It's hard to explain the fear that remained in the air in those moments.
It's like the feeling you get when you almost get run over, or you almost slip at the top of a cliff, or any situation that involved near death.
I am going to die.
That sentence was the only sentence that ran through my mind.

It was over.

No pov

The boy with the bat stood above Danny, grinning.

"This is for your own good, Danny," Lloyd said, backing away slowly.
He made one more signal.
And with that, Danny felt the sudden sharp, bruising and agonizing pain coming from his side.
Looking at his side, he finds himself being hit...
Over and over again.
He screamed, crying like he's never cried before.
No, sobbing.
The pain wouldn't stop.
The sound of the bat hitting his chest, thighs, arms and legs were constant.

Thunk..
Thunk..
Thunk..

His muffled cries for them to stop remained unheard, the beating only getting worse.
His entire body felt numb.

Lloyd made another signal, of the other boys stepping towards Danny now.
Before Danny could even re-focus, he felt the hard pressure of a fist against his nose, blood splattering out immediately.
At this point, Danny's body was nearly limp.
He looked dead.
A couple more punches, and Lloyd makes another signal.
The third boy comes forward, Danny not even focusing at all.
Everything was blurry, and all he could think about was-

Lloyd the bartender.

Those thoughts interrupted by the stinging pain coming form his leg. He re-focused (barely) and stared down at his leg, which he noticed was being
Cut with a pocket knife.

"Aggh-" Danny yelled, still sounding very much muffled.

When Lloyd felt satisfied with how deep it was, he signaled for them to back up. Lloyd walked towards Danny, beginning to untie him.
"You tell anybody about this, faggot, and it'll happen again," Lloyd whispered, death staring Danny. "And that time, you won't get out alive."
He finished untying, running off, his friends behind him.

Danny ripped the duct tape off, a loud, loud, scream/cry escaping his mouth, the agonizing pain being more hurtful mentally.
He screamed, and he screamed.

And only one thought was in mind.

'I wish I was fucking normal.'