The Secret (DreamNotFound)

5

(I'm having so much fun with adding those pictures LMAO)

TW's:
-Bullying (abuse and f-slur)

The class continued calmly until the teacher asked me to answer.

'Do you know the answer?' He pointed to me. 'George, right?'

I nodded. 'It's s-s-s-s-.' I got so frustrated, I hit the table softly. 'S-s-s-.'

Peter started laughing.

'Shut up,' Clay said. 'Let him speak.'

He grabbed my hand under the table and moved his chair a little closer. He let go of my hand and placed his hand on my leg. It felt nice and relaxing.

'Seventh t-t-two.'

Peter laughed even harder. 'Come on, how annoying is this? I want to follow a class here, I don't want to listen to his annoying voice. He can only calm down if that other faggot holds his hand.'

'I'm not a faggot and just shut up now. You ever heard of people swearing with the word faggot the most, are often faggots themselves?'

'Just die.'

'Peter, enough. You can stay two hours after school, writing why you can't swear at people like that. Good job, George. You were right. George, would you rather write it down on the board?'

I nodded.

'Would you like to do the next one too?'

I nodded and stood up. He gave me the marker. Because I was left-handed I wiped all other things away.

'You idiot, I can't read the rest now.'

'SHUT UP,' I screamed. I throw the marker on the ground and ran away. I couldn't care less. Tears streamed down my face as I collapsed onto the ground. I couldn't calm down anymore and hit my fist against the wall. It hurt so bad, I only cried harder. I suddenly saw Peter coming outside.

TW ABUSE

'You freaking faggot, I have to go to the principal now, I hate you.'

He kicked me against my hip multiple times. I hid my face and he grabbed my shoulders. He pulled my hands away from my face and started hitting me.

'S-s-stop.'

'Learn to talk first.'

The door opened again and Clay ran outside. As soon as he realised I was getting beaten up, he dropped his bag and ran towards us. He pushed Peter away and hit him so hard in the face, he fell onto the ground and laid still for a few seconds.

TW OVER

'Faggots.'

'Wow, you got me there. Only swearword you know is faggot?'

He stood up and walked away. Clay sat in front of me, grabbing my shoulders.

'Are you okay, George? What did he do?'

'K-k-kick and hit. Pain.'

I started crying very hard and Clay hugged me. 'Keep calm, George. Where did he kick and hit you?'

I pointed to my hips and he pulled my shirt a little higher. 'The heck, he just abused you.'

'Face.'

'I can see, George. Can you walk? I'll go home with you. Do you want your sandwich and biscuits?'

I nodded. He walked back to our bags and grabbed my lunchbox.