~ Kennith Simmons x Reader - Hypnotized ~

~ 8 ~

Kennith spent the next day mainly bored. His mother had told him to finally clean up his mess of a room though, but his mother wasn't home that day, and when she wasn't home Kennith didn't really care what she said (and otherwise he didn't care either.) So instead of cleaning his room, the boy squatted down in the garage all day long, tinkering with several TVs and one radio. That was still the best way for him to kill time.

Only when the sound of keys jingling and a door creaking sounded a little further up did Kennith leave the garage and run up the stairs into the hallway, where his mother was taking off her shoes. "Kennith, did you clean your room?", she asked immediately, not even thinking it necessary to greet her son first. "Yeah yeah I will tomorrow...", Kennith mumbled annoyed in reply and quickly opened the front door to disappear outside, with his mother still shouting pissed after him: "You should do it today! Kennith Simmons! Get back here right now!" Kennith just rolled his eyes and strolled off towards the park without further ado. He didn't really care where it took him, the main thing was to get away from home and his annoying parents!

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Fortunately, there weren't so many people out and about in the early evening, which spared Kennith all their annoying glances. But he had no idea that something even worse was waiting for him in the park! The boy was just near the old playground when he heard them. The voices of Brandon and his friends. The hairs on the back of Kennith's neck stood up when he heard their spiteful laughter, which he himself had to endure so often. He quickly hid behind a large tree and peeked around its corner, only to discover three boys his age and a slightly younger girl.

The boys had taken her backpack and were throwing it around between them, and since they were almost two heads taller than the girl it was impossible for her to catch it. The sight of the little girl on the verge of tears and Brandon and his friends laughing and teasing her made Kennith's blood boil, but he knew there was nothing he could do to help her. The boys were one head taller than him, and at least twice as strong. Kennith was thinking about what else he could do to help the girl, but suddenly one of the boys noticed him and nudged Brandon, who immediately turned to Kennith.

A wicked grin appeared on the face of the leader of the clique and he exclaimed loudly: "Well, well, well, if it isn't the biggest freak ever!" Kennith knew he shouldn't even get into an argument with this idiot, but after Brandon added "What are you doin' out here? I thought someone like you needed his beauty sleep at this time!", Kennith lost his temper. "And you? Got nothing better to do than bully a defenseless kid with your buddies, right?", the pink-haired boy countered with a furrowed brow, to which Brandon just laughed out loud: "So what? What are you gonna do about it?" Kennith didn't have a counterargument to that though, because he knew that at least in a fight he wouldn't stand a chance against the boys.

"Just as I thought...", Brandon said in a smug voice and stepped a little closer to Kennith, who immediately backed away a little. "Who do ya think you are, showin' off and meddlin' in my affairs? Look at you, paintin' your fingernails and wearin' makeup like some bitch, and you still think you're better than me?? Yet you're just a whacked out loser, I bet you wear summer dresses and make out with boys too, am I right?" As he spoke Brandon pushed Kennith back several times until he finally fell down, causing the three boys to laugh out loud. "Naww, what's the matter Kenni? Looks like your Stephanie isn't here to protect ya anymore, huh?", Brandon asked, leaning down slightly to look Kennith straight in the eye as he continued: "She probably finally realized what a pathetic freak you are and that's why she broke off contact with you! Besides, she was never really friends with you anyway, but just hung out with you out of pity..."

"No... No no no, stop it!!", Kennith thought desperately and would have liked to cover his ears, but by then it was too late. All the memories of Stephanie and his fight with her came crashing down on him, all at once. He had trusted her, she was the first person he had opened up to completely. Could all this really not have been real? Had she really just felt sorry for him?! The memories of their argument... She had left him. She, the only person who had been nice to him, whether out of pity or not, had left him alone. "Maybe they're right... Maybe I really am nothing but a waste of an existence... Why else would everyone hate and shun me like that?..."

When he saw that his words had hit Kennith deeply, Brandon stood up straight again with satisfaction and asked his buddies with a grin: "Come on guys, let's let this faggot think in peace. I'm already sick because I've been lookin' at him for so long...", whereupon the three boys finally left, laughing spitefully, and left Kennith alone with his thoughts. With these many, many thoughts that were all buzzing around in his head.

Slowly, very slowly, the boy got up from the ground and stood there for a few minutes. He didn't bother to clean the dirt from his clothes or fix his light pink hair as he usually liked to do. Instead, he just stood there, unable to move. His body felt like it was made of cement, and Kennith would have liked to fall back to his knees immediately, but he didn't. He remained standing. He had tried so many times, had not given up hope and had remained steadfast. And he remained steadfast this time as well, even if it cost him more and more strength each time. "And all this just to help someone else... Well thank you very much, and who will help me?", Kennith thought, when he noticed that the little girl from earlier was no longer there, and slowly made his way to the old playground nearby. If he didn't sit down soon, he would probably really fall over.