The Beating

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Ethan's P.O.V.

Even though I made it through Friday without seeing Derek, My Personal bully, I cant believe that Lidia didn't come to school today after she said she would. I was sitting in the library because I had a free period when I saw Derek open the door. I was the only person inside and that made him laugh and clench his fist at the sight of my puny figure trembling in fear.

" Where are you going to run to now?" he laughed closing the door.
But lucky for me I had a plan. I screamed out for help, but none came.

Fuck.

"No-one is here, they are all gone" he said. But how?. school just finished. I looked at my watch to that the time was 4:30pm!, I was here that long?. and school ends at 2:00 on Fridays.

I started to panic.

What am I going to do?

I could see the hate in his eyes. He came closer and closer until he pulled me by my shirt and punched me around Seven times before I could even reach the floor.

"What do you want from me?" I asked when he refrained from punching me in the nose." 

I don't like Faggots and your one of them. So that means I don't like YOU!" he growled.

"Well worry about that you can worry no more because I'm moving next week" I lied.

It's the only thing I could do.
                                                                                                             "Well that's sad, Ill miss hitting you" he muffled high in his temper

A few minutes later He got  tired from hitting me, so I got up, took my book-bag and made a run for it. I opened the door and ran out. I was in pain; my body was aching all over from all those blows.

I sprinted to my locker to empty my bag and that's when he came up to me. Again. I Thought he was too tired to hit me, so I just ignored him. He kept closing the locker door. "What do you fucking want now?" I shouted.

When I said those words, his mouth dropped. "Seems you've gotten a concussion " he laughed angrily.

"No. and what do you care?" I asked

"I had to ask because clearly you don't remember who I am" he shouted as He punched the locker that was at least four inches away and caged me in. "Does this refresh your memory?" he chuckled.

"Y-Yes, Yes clearly" I stammered. But that didn't stop him from hitting me.                                                                                                                           He punched me countless times in my stomach and that's when I got paler than usual and blacked out.

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