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Power

JAKES P.O.V

        All the guys crowded round me and started to beat my already battered body up. My cuts reopened and my bruises got worst. Every kick and punch just got worst as time went on. The bell rang a few minutes ago so no one was here to help me, not like they would anyway.

  

    "You dirty little faggot! You shouldn't be living! You waste of space!"  Screamed Jason

Tear started to stream down my face as much as I tried to stop them.

"N'aww! Is the ikkle baby cwying? Haha pathetic!" Brandon said whilst putting on a baby voice whilst laughing.

Dean started to lunch me more until Tom told them they were going to be late to class. They all ran off to class, so I thought, but just as I started to see black dots in my vision, someone threw my over their shoulder and sstarted carrying me down the corridor.

I was soon thrown onto the hard floor in the janitors closet face to face with Brandon, he looked as georgous as ever but now I'm only dreaming.

   "Still not gonna talk baby?" He taunted as I shook my head sorrowfully. His face went red with anger as he started shouting at me but I was too busy concentrating on not passing out more than what he was saying..probably ho much he htes me and wants me dead but still; I still ended up passing out on the cold hard floor.

BRANDON'S P.O.V

  I stopped shouting as I noticed the room had suddenly got quieter. I noticed how there's was no simpering coming from the corner anymore, nor where there any little sniffles. I looked down towards Jakes small body to realise he'd past out. At first I was really angry that he'd passed out but then started to think as I stared at him. Why doesn't he talk? Has he got anyone to go to? He always looks so childish but in a cute way and he is just so tiny. I hate what I do to him and that I'm the cause of his tears when really I should be taking care of him.

    You see, I secretly love him but I have always found a love for beating him because it makes him look helpless and timid. I can't help but beat him and I regret every time I do.

    As I kept staring at Jakes limp form, I notices something on his arms. They didn't look good so I stepped forward and crouched down to his level and took hold of his arm only to realise they were deep cuts. I knew instrantly this was all my fault. Well and the guys but still. I feel so guilty I could just die. I kissed each of his scars then his forehead before running out of the closet and to the hall as it was now break time. I found the guys sitting at the table and decided to talk to them about something important.

    I waked over to them and sat down and got straight to the point "what do you guys really think wboutr gay people?"

Km, that was probably a bit too blunt but still, it needed to be said.  "Personally, I think it's their choice and I support them, they do no harm to us or the world so why hate on them" Dean said

Jason then joined in by saying "yeah I agree with Dean, its not a world without gays" The rest of the table nodded.

"So why do we beat up Jake? He's so helpless and small" ok, that wasn't supposed to come out...

The lads went quiet but after a while they shrugged and Axel ended up saying "he makes us feel powerful but guilty. You should know the feeling, I don't think its an actual reason, why do you want us to stop? *gasp!* are you gay and secretly love him??!!?!"  Which I shoo my head violently to as I did not want my secret to be out. Soon after our conversations (which I mostly stayed quiet for) the bell rang indicating next lesson.

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