Left out. . . {bxbxb}

Chapter eight

I'm going to try this chapter in 3rd person and see if I like it better-
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Andrew said goodbye to Oliver and Jackson, walking to his dorm. He'd meet them in front of the school after he had finished packing his backpack. Andrew thought back on what Oliver said about just bringing necessities so he brought bottles of water, a pocket knife, a mini first aid kit, and a compass. Of course, he also brought a sleeping bag and his phone. Jackson said he'd bring a tent for all of us. Once Andrew was finished packing, he walked out of his dorm and down the halls to the stairs. "ANDREW" He looked behind himself and saw Derek chasing after him. Andrew quickly turned his head back around and pretended to not notice him. Derek caught up to him and put his hand on his wrist to stop Andrew from moving. 

"Heh, almost thought for a minute that you didn't hear me!" Derek chuckled, brushing his fingers through his hair. Andrew suppressed an eye roll and nodded. "Where are you going? Derek asked, noticing the backpack straps on Andrews' shoulder. "I'm going camping with my friends," Andrew replied. Derek clenched his fists. "Oh. Which friends." Derek grunted. "Oliver and Jackson." Derek looked Andrew in his eyes and slapped him. Hard. "WHAT THE FUCK?" Andrew exclaimed. "I thought I made it clear that I didn't want you to be around them..." Derek hissed. Andrew nervously backed up slowly. "You- you can't tell me what to do Derek" Andrew cried. "I'm not just an object that you can treat however you want to!" Derek stood, staring at him. "What did you just say to me BITCH?" He screamed. "I CAN TREAT YOU HOWEVER THE FUCK I WANT TO, GOT IT? WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO? HUH? CRY TO YOUR MOMMY? REPORT ME TO SOMEONE? Go ahead. I DARE you." He threatened. Andrew backed away against the wall. 

Derek walked up to Andrew and grabbed him by the throat. "You try and say anything like that again I. Will. Hurt. You." He growled, squeezing his throat harder on each word. "D-Derek....P-Ple-please..." Andrew chocked out. Derek pulled his hand back and glaring and the smaller boy beside him. "You know what... go camping. I hope you get fucking killed." Derek jeered. Andrew stared as his boyfriend walked away. He took a minute to catch his breath, kneeling down and staring at the floor.

He couldn't believe it. His boyfriend- whom he'd know for years- tried to choke him. His boyfriend hoped he got killed on his camping trip. His boyfriend hit him. Again. Andrew tried his hardest to not let the tears slip out of his eyes but failed as the salty tears streamed down his face. "What- What have I done for him to hate me...?" Andrew whispered to himself.  "ANDREW" He slowly lifted his head up to see Oliver and Jackson running over to him. "What happened to you?" Jackson exclaimed, examining the forming bruise on Andrew's cheek from the hit. "N-Nothing. Why are you guys here?" Andrew asked. "We were waiting for you outside as we said and you seemed to be taking a while so we came back in to find you because something could've been wrong," Jackson explained. "And something clearly is...what happened to you?" Oliver asked, giving Andrew his hand and helping him up. "N-nothing happened guys... can we please just go now...?" Andrew asked. Oliver and Jackson glanced at each other before reluctantly agreeing to let this go.

Word count: 612 

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