Fear The Four

"In high school, as much as you hate it. There's always a hierarchy." His voice is spewing with enough venom to intoxicate anyone who would dare get close enough to hear. He's close enough that I can feel his breath start to heat up my skin. I feel myself start to squirm.

"Don't you think I know that? How the hell do you think I ended up in this position?" I spit back, my voice shaking. Shit. I know this doesn't usually happen.

He moves dangerously closer. "By abusing people?" He snickers. My breath hitches in my throat as he traps me against the wall, his arms on either side of my head.

"I stood up for myself, but what would someone like you know?" I try to grill him, my voice is rigid.

The reality of the situation is that I can't keep my heart calm, my knees are weak, and I want to run.

Far.