Lust and Wrath

Chapter 11

Daniel's Point of View-

This is the second time I've seen him cry, and I'll be honest, it's not really heartwarming. I know there's something behind all of his random rape attempts, and the cutting, and everything, but I'm not entirely sure what it could be. I'm surprised I managed to make him cry, I didn't mean to, I was hoping I could probably get an explanation out of him, but I don't want to budge too much now.

I'm still aware that he raped me, no, that's something I can't forget, but there are more important matters disregarding me that need to be solved now, and perhaps we can settle my issues later. I don't like seeing him like this, I want him to be happy, not like the person he was a year ago. "Scott, please, just stop trying to push me away. What happened was done, and I'll admit it's not something I can just forget that easily, but I know there were reasons behind it. And for that being a fact, I realize I need to help you, since I don't think anyone else can."

Right after I wiped off his tears, the bell rang. I'm a little worried about him, so I'm hoping he could come back to class with us so we could talk it out. His head jerks up from the sound of the bell, but he doesn't react that much to it. I guess now would be the time to ask, "Scott, please come back to class," I said. He looks at me innocently, and then his face turns serious again.

"I... I don't know," he says, deep in thought. I can't stand seeing him like this for some reason, it's like some hole in my heart is burning at this sight, even though I've barely met him. I sigh, knowing that I can't ask much more from him, so I take out a paper from my notebook, write my phone number down on it, and place it on his lap. "Okay, if you need anything, then just call me. Afterschool though, yeah?"

He's still looking at me, and I feel a little happy once he responds with a small nod. "I still don't know why you're so persistent in trying to help me, my heart is-" he says, he was about to say something else, but he stopped himself.

"I really do want to talk to you about this, I really think I can help you," I try to sound convincing at the end. I can already hear the other kids shouting and running trying to get to their classes, but I have to finish up matters here first, and I want to make sure he does at least try to call me, or text me, whichever works for him. I walk towards the door, and give him a small wave before leaving.

I feel totally out of character. I'm helping a rapist? I shouldn't belittle him so much as to call him that, but that's still what he did. It was painful, I will admit, and I didn't understand why he did it before, but now I understand he was releasing out something. He was releasing out some kind of anger? It was because afterwards, the look on his face as he was about to exit the door, it was for the first time that I've seen his face look so weak, despite all the intent glares he had given me before.

I hurried back to my next class, arriving right before the bell rang, I wouldnt expect him to come after what just happened, so I guess we would save discussions until after school.

...

I'm sitting on the benches outside, nobody else is around since my mom said she'd be coming late. Everyone else most likely has their own car to drive home with, but I don't, which sucks. I hear the front doors open, and a couple of guys step out, along with Brianna.

I'm about to wave, when Brianna gives me a look, and says something to the guys that I'm unable to hear from a far distance. Afterwards, they walk down the steps, and Brianna walks away from school to her house which I guess was near.

They walk up to me, and I peeked up. They're tall and overpowering, and the guy in front is a dirty blonde, much more athletic-looking than Nico.

"Hey kid," he put his hand on my chin, pulling my face up so I could look at him directly, "Look at people when they're talking to you," he said.

His snarky friends from behind laughed. What the hell did I do now? "Scott told us you've been messing with him earlier, eh frenchie?"

Frenchie? What kind of stupid nickname is that. And wait, Scott actually went and told somebody? Are you fucking kidding me? I didn't mean to budge in on his life, but I just wanted to help him. And since when did he talk to people? I feel bad for making myself feel like I know him, because I don't, but I didn't think he would have any friends since thewhole reputation thing he has going on.

"You shouldn't be messing with our friends, y'know? I think we need to teach you a little lesson.."

Fuck.

I tried shouting out Brianna's name, and I'm almost sure she heard me, but she just kept on walking. Only choice now was to run away, since I don't have the muscles or the strength to take 3 guys on. I quickly got up, and tried to run to my right, but the blonde stuck out his foot, making me trip and fall flat on my face.

Ouch.. I could hear them laughing. Laughing at me for all the wrong reasons. They started kicking me roughly, I whimpered, but they wouldn't stop.

I grit my teeth, and waited for them to stop, and eventually I did. I was bleeding out my nose and my forehead.

"Don't try anything funny next time, or you won't be waking up again," he threatened, leaving me here on the ground. I was in some serious pain, and I do didn't understand why.

He abruptly came into my life, trying to solve issues the wrong way.

I tried to reach out to him, and he anonymously gets his cronies to beat me up later.

This wasn't the first time I was being left here to rot while nobody else in the world gave a crap. No, this was exactly the same as yesterday. I'm hurt, and they leave me alone here. This was exactly the same.

Only this time, I'm not going to reach out to them anymore. Scott can go solve his own problems, I don't care anymore.

I slowly start to feel my eyes fall asleep, as I rest on the cold, hard cement.

If this is how he treats me after I've tried to assist him, then I'm done with him.