I glance over my shoulder as I walk home from the shop. A tall figure in my wake makes me walk faster. Their footsteps become louder and faster. I take off running as fast as I can, trying to stay o the main road.
A quick look behind me sends me tumbling into another body. I try to back away but strong hands hold me tight.
My mouth opens to scream but a rag gets stuffed into my mouth and rope tied around that. I thrash in the persons grip as much as I can, muffled pleas come through the rag.
"Shut it tranny." The first person growls, dragging me to an alley. he throws me down, making me hit my head on a dumpster.
I let out a small sob as I try to clear my vision. I can't tell if it's just tears or if my vision is actually wonky. I try to curl up as much as I can.
A foot connects with my ribs, knocking the wind out of me. "Look Phillips, it's crying." The first one smirks. Phillips laughs, sending another kick to my chest. "Let's give it a real reason to cry."
The first man walks away, leaving Phillips to assault my ribs with his feet. "Hoffeman, where'd you go?" Phillps shouts.
"I'm here I'm here." He replies, walking back over. I look up quickly to see a pipe in his hand. Hoffeman raises his hand but an arm stops him. His arm gets twisted behind his back, making him drop the pipe.
Another body comes up behind Phillips and grabs him. The two begin thrashing just like I had minutes ago.
I scramble away as a third person comes towards me. They kneel next to me and gently unties the rope holding the rag in my mouth.
Sobs errupt from my throat at full volume making the man in front of me jump a little. The people that attacked me are dragged away.
"You're gonna be okay. We're not gonna hurt you." He says, sitting me up. "I'm Michael, My friends, Luke and Calum, are gonna take care of the people that hurt you, okay? Now, where are you hurt?" He asks, taking off his backpack.
"M-my head and and r-r-ribs." I stutter through sobs.
He pulls out a flashlight and various medical supplies. "I'll start with your head then we'll do your chest." Michael warns, turning on the flashlight.
I hesitate before nodding. He gently moves my hair out of the way. "You smacked it good, that's for sure." He says.
He grabs an alcohol wipe from his supplies. "This will sting a bit." He states before gently cleaning my head. I hiss and try to pull away, but he holds my head still. "I know, I know. But I have to." He soothes.
"Wh-y did you g-guys save me?" I ask, still chocking on small sobs. "Because no one deserves to be hurt like that." He answers.
"If only everyone thought like that." I mumble. Michael puts a bandage on my head.
"I need to look at your ribs..." He trails off. "Ashton." I finish. "Ashton." He repeats.
I hesitantly lift my shirt up, grimacing at the pain that flares through my body.
"This is a binder right?" He asks. I nod, looking anywhere but at him.
"We're gonna take you to Alex, he's our personal doctor and he's really good with this stuff. Is there someone I can call for you?" He asks, packing up his stuff. I shake my head and pull my shirt back down.
"If you're sure. I'm gonna pick you up now, try to not move too much." He instructs. "Okay." I croak.
Michael places his arms under my legs and back, lifting me with little trouble. "Luke! Calum! Let's go!" He shouts, carrying me to a car.
