Chapter Four ★ Grounded Cont’

｡☆✼★━ Daniel ━★✼☆｡

The class bell rung again and snapped me out of last night’s fiasco. Chills ran through my body just thinking of my dad’s eyes. He wasn’t normal that’s for sure.

I wonder if his puberty was just as rough as mine? Or was he as hotheaded around this age? It would certainly explain why my temper has been far more touchy as of late.

Normally issues with my locker wouldn’t even phase me but today it was the focus of my rage. I closed my eyes and blew out another breath. A calming sensation covered over me like a soft warm blanket.

My teeth were no longer clenched and my fingers were relaxed. Okay, got to get to class. A sense of dread crawled up my spine when the laugh of hyena echoed through the almost emptied hallway.

The flesh on my arms rose setting my hair on end. The laughter continued as two more joined in on the chorus. My shoulders hunched.

I really did not want to deal with him.

The laughter stopped. A feeling of unease grumbled from my stomach as it did somersaults. It was only a matter of time before the torment would begin.

In a flash my lips kissed the cool touch of metal in time with my body crashing into the lockers that lined the hallway. Pinned up against the wall he pulled my right arm behind me as he applied pressure on my neck.

My face was crushed sideways forcing my glasses askew. His hot breath that reeked of rotten eggs left on a porch during summer came close to my ear. He pressed harder on my body to make sure I couldn’t get away.

I’ve learned to not struggle against him. It would only end badly if I even put up a fight. So, it has almost become a daily ritual with him and I where he would torment me just before history class. I won’t even discuss the flag pole incident. Let’s just say he’s bad news.

Time stood still but my heart continued to beat fast. Gravity on the other hand felt like it was becoming stronger as my legs wobbled like jelly. He continued to breath into my ear.

How long was he going to hold me here? We both have class with Mrs. Lockhart or does he not care about getting detention? Wait, I’m forgetting who I’m talking about… of course this jerk doesn’t care.

His lips brushed the outer rim of my ear before he spoke, “I heard you like to take naughty pictures.”

I stuttered, “W-wh-o-o t-t-told y-y-you t-t-that?”

“A little birdy.” He said. “Are you going to share them?”

“I-I-I d-d-don’t h-h-have t-t-them.” I said.

He wrenched my arm further up my back and I gasped. More pressure got applied. He leaned in even more and was practically on top of me. I could feel my pants tighten. Oh gawd, not now.

“Too bad. Because you’ve got three days to produce those nudie pics or else.” He whispered.

With a hard shove he pushed away. One moment I was pushed up against the locker and the next I was on the floor looking up at my attackers. The three stood over me and laughed.

One of them pointed down at my untimely erection, “Dude, look! Looks like he likes you.”

Another one crowed, “Ha ha! Yeah, he’s totally into you Mitchell.”

Mitchell turned red. He eyed both of his goons and smacked them both. He shouted, “Shut up. He’s just a perv.”

His buddies continued to laugh. Mitchell’s face turned a shade redder and clenched his fists. I felt my pants twinge forward. One of Mitchell’s goons pointed at me, again, “Oh sick! He’s so turned on right now.”

Mitchell glanced down at me. Fire blazed in his eyes. Earth shattering pain exploded right between my legs. I curled up into a ball and bit my lower lip to not cry out.

Mitchell continued to kick me and said with each kick, “You. Disgusting. Freak.”

I doubled over and tried to breathe. Another sharp pain within my stomach stole it. The trio continued to pummel me on the ground where I laid helpless. The jarring pain took my mind off of the searing nether regions.

The third bell chimed. Mitchell stayed behind as his goons rushed off to their class. His black combat boots were still standing in front of me. The best bet was to play possum… which I did.

“You’re such a freak.” He sneered. “You got three days to produce those pics or else. Three days.”

The sound of his boots on the floor faded but I counted to thirty to be absolutely sure that he was gone. Then I rolled over. A small voice cleared their throat.

My eyes refocused to see a girl with long dark pig tails, a baby blue t-shirt, sensible jeans and a hall monitor’s sash standing over my prone body. She had her hands on her hips and asked, “Why are you not in class?”

Oh geez, not her. With a low groan I rolled over. Can this day get any worse?

‧͙⁺˚*·༓☾ – TO BE CONTINUED… –☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙