Hiding in the Closet{43}

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Hey lovelies!!How are y'all doing??Ok so I have a warning for this chapter.
*Warning!!* See?

*Warning!!*You will need:a box of tissues,a bottle of Nutella,a spoon,a teddy bear or pillow.*I cried writing this...Ok so cry ..Or enjoy...Which ever..

*Tyler*

"I know right!"

"Yeah...That'd be fun..."

I was currently talking to Wyatt on the phone as I waited for the school bus to reach my house .Wyatt had gotten the stomach flu and couldn't come to school.

"Ok so it's a deal...I'll call May,Bree,Justin and Emmett and tell them about our Dave and Buster's night."

Wyatt chuckled.

"This is sure going to be fun.."

"Yeah..."

Then the bus stopped.

I looked out the window and saw my house.
I got my backpack off the ground and put it on my shoulder.

"Bye Wyatt...I'll call you later."

"Ok bye.."

And the line disconnected.

I began walking towards the bus doors.

Jeff,the bus driver,opened them.

"Bye Jeff."I called out as I got out.

"Bye kiddo.."

Jeff closed the doors and drove off.

I began walking towards my house.

I noticed that dad's car wasn't there.

Maybe he's doing more work stuff.

I looked up at the sky.

It's soon gonna rain.

I got my key from my pocket and opened the door.

Everything was dark as I entered the house.

Maybe the power went off...

I put my backpack down and entered the living room to look for a candle.

"You disgusting faggot.."

I was startled by the voice but soon something hit my stomach.

I grunted as I fell to the ground.

"You turned DJ gay you ugly thing."

I soon recognized the voice...Jason Rockwell!!

Then a shadow was in front of me..

I felt something again hit my stomach.

Then Jason's hands grabbed my chin.

"Rot in hell you worthless shit."

"No...You will."

And his fist connected to my jawline.

I spit out something..I don't know if it was blood or siliva.

"Finish the job."

And Jason's shadow was out of sight.

But soon 3 new shadows were in sight..

" Let's play a game fag.."

I felt something hard hit my stomach repeatedly.Then...Punches and kicks and hits,everywhere...

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