B-Boys by Skyler
Chapter Nine: Bill's Beating
"Queer!"
"Fag!"
"Gay's go to hell!"
Comments like that came from everywhere, it seemed. As I walked the halls, I heard their whispers; even during class people would say things. By the end of 3rd period I was so angry I couldn't see straight. I knew this might happen. We all did and had talked about it most of last weekend. I guess it just really surprised me how much those words would actually hurt.
At lunch, I sat alone for the first time since I could remember. Usually I enjoyed the company of friends and teammates, but even they avoided me now. When I greeted someone, they would quickly turn away, apparently ashamed to even be near me. My meal didn't sit very well and during 6th period, Mrs. Fischer's chemistry class, I excused myself and headed for the bathroom, where I promptly threw up.
I felt dizzy and very light-headed after that, as a massive headache began to take hold in the back of my skull. This day had better end soon, the abuse is becoming more than I can bear to deal with alone. My thoughts turn to my boyfriend. I wonder what he is doing; wish I could be there with him now. I love Brady so much; need him so badly right now. If I could only kiss him, be held in his arms, I know everything would be all right. If I just didn't have to face this pain alone.
I hear movement. Heavy breathing behind me, like a high-intensity jerk-off session, but not quite. As I turn slowly and rise to my feet, my brain is forced back into reality by a sharp pain in my chest. This is followed immediately by another in the side of my head. I wince and blink back the pain as something hard makes contact with my nose. I can taste the blood as it pours out and I force open my eyes, the adrenaline rushing through my body. I prepare to engage my attacker.
"We don't need no fuckin' butt-pirates in our school!" Someone shouts. There are five of them, all well known to me. They are members of the football team. My football team. I'd always considered us friends. Two of them have baseball bats. Jesus, how did they manage to smuggle those in here? One is holding a pair of cleats, another has a football helmet. This does not look good.
I am kicked again in the stomach and hit the ground. Three of them pin me while another guy advances with a roll of duct tape and some type of padding. I start to scream for help but that is just they opportunity they need. I choke as the padding is shoved in my mouth; tape quickly locking it in place. Then they bind my wrists together.
I start kicking wildly, nailing one of them square in the crotch. As he groans and falls, the ones holding me grab my legs and force them down. I am now completely helpless. The talking one advances with a bat. He stands next to me, lining it up like a golf club between my legs.
"Consider this our way of kicking you off the team, faggot!" The bat rises into the air and quickly makes contact. Then a second time. I'm almost choking on my mouth restraint as I cry. The bat swings again and again as the rest of them begin hitting and kicking me. My eyes close. They are spitting now, too. I can feel the blood, though my body seems to be going numb all over.
Where are you, Brady? I need you! Help me! My mind screams in vain. Then all is black...
Okay, another one done. Please let me know what you think of the progress so far... I appreciate all the great ideas, comments and support I've receieved to-date for this story! Peace.
-Skyler