Emo faggot (bxb story)

Scarred

Andy ^^^

Jays P.O.V

as usual I had to limp back home. Andy and his gang of thugs let me go easy this time. Since I kissed Andy in 8th grade I've been labelled as 'gay faggot' and I couldn't care less.

"I'm home", I saw Austin sitting down on the sofa looking a little fidgety.

"Uh, Jay we need to talk" I knew that look, it was the fatherly look! Something's not right...

"Yeah, keep going" I said as I put on my emotionless mask not letting him know of my inner emotions that's running through my mind at the moment. "Jay....I heard what happened at school today..." He said unsure of himself.

"And....?" I prompted, signalling for him to go on. He already knew about the bullying I go through, it's nothing new. He usually ignores it thinking it'll stop if I ignore it....but it never did.

"I'm very worried about you now, Andy, when is this abuse going to stop? " he said obviously concerned.

"When I leave school." I said matter-of-factly with a raised eye brow.

"Okay I've talked with a few people and we've arranged for you to go to a little boarding school near a beach."

What the hell? His gonna send me to live all by myself? How is this going to help my problem exactly?

I know he saw the expression on my face because he started to continue.

" it's a new environment, new people, and possibly a new life for you!" He said smiling brightly as if he just said he won a million dollars.

I didn't really like his idea...but taking the risk might just be worth it.

The next day I woke up feeling sick, not giving two shits I put on a My Chemical Romance shirt, a neon green hoodie, black skinny jeans and my neon green vans....what could I say I love green!!

After styling my hair I ran out of the house trying to get to school before Andy and his gang did.

I arrived not long after, thankfully In one piece.

I walked, as usual not being noticed. The only time I get noticed is when a gay person commits suicide or Andy bully's me...other times I don't even exist.

Last day of staying in this school...am I really happy with that? Do I want to leave?

I mean, I do want to escape from the abuse but...there's that little part of me that thinks I deserve it and I have to stay to get my punishment...God will never be unfair and he will punish those who deserve it, right? I can't escape from Gods will. I'm a disgusting boy who is in love with the person that abuses him! I'm out of my mind!

The bell rang and as the crowd of students started to minimise I tried to fit in and look like the others.

After 2nd period I couldn't hold myself any longer.

This mornings sickness came back and hit me with a wave of nausea. I ran out of class and into the boys room.

After spewing last nights dinner and this mornings snacks I got out feeling a little dizzy.

I started walking towards my 3rd period class but I felt a piercing pain in my head and I had to stop holding the locker for balance and slightly moaning in pain.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here? If it isn't faggot boy", I heard Samuel, one of the bully's, say.

My god! I don't have time for this!

"Hey Andy! Wanna finish this one off?" Samuel asked.

I looked down waiting for the impact but it never came, I was about to look up, but darkness invaded my sight.

I started falling down..and fell into someone's warm, welcoming arms.

"Jay.....breath...breath" I heard the soothing voice of......Andy?!

Okay I should just fall back into the warm dark abyss, I'm going out of my mind again!