this week has been a blow, I was casually walking through the halls when I was randomly being called a faggot, it went on all day "justin I told you not to tell anybody" roger said "what I didn't tell nobody I swear"
"so how do they know?" he asked "there probably just name calling again" because thats what I thought they were doing
"so nobody knows that your gay?" I asked surprised
"no and I'm trynna keep it that way because this society could kill" he said "we should keep our distance for now just in case" he said
"your blaming me?" i asked
"no I just think that you know if they find out-" he said I couldn't believe it he was literally trying to leave this friendship because he doesn't want anyone to know he's gay "don't take it the wrong way justin" he said sadly
"i get it" i said and walked away so all day I took the call for being a faggot or a homo "why isn't roger sitting with us?" peyton asked at lunch, I just shrugged because I didn't want to get into that kind've conversation. I went to go to my locker seeing that it had the word fag in big letters on it "whatever" I said to myself but I wanted to cry so bad .
7th and 8th period went by smoothly I just couldn't wait to get home
I was walking out of the school's parking lot when some boys I didn't know and some jocks approached me "hey you" one guy yelled
"yeah I'm talking to you fag" he said I just kept walking alittle bit faster though "were do you think your going?" he asked pulling me back by my bookbag "leave me alone" I said they laughed "ahh shut up little pussy" he said pushing me
they all started pushing me for no reason, I could tell this isn't gonna end well I could see roger stare for a second they he continued to walk with his head down , next thing I know there was a fist coming for my face and the guys just started hitting me and punching me all over
I just blanked out then a few minutes later I woke up on the sidewalk it was alittle dark but I think I knew where I was .
I had a black eye a busted lip and a broken nose and I think my ankle was twisted because I could barely walk
I limped all the way home thank god I knew my way. I opened the door to my house and threw my book bag in the floor and started crying. my mom was sleep because the house was quiet I got up and went upstairs to the bathroom and cleaned myself off.
It took me a while to go to sleep because I was still crying and because it hurt everywhere. This was my total rock bottom I don't think I was gonna get over this not this time
** the next day**
Roger POV:
I paced the halls of my bedroom wondering if justin was alright how could I do that to him after everything He's done for me. god I felt so bad justin was one of my best friends he's been there for me and I let him down I'm such an idiot. Then I heard the phone ring
"hel-" I answered
"THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME" it was justin thank god he was alright "for everything I've done for you" he said he was crying and hyperventalating
"justin im sor-" I tried to say
"SORRY'S NOT GONNA CUT IT THIS TIME WHY WOULD YOU LEAVE ME LIKE THAT, I TOOK THE BLAME FOR YOU" he was screaming now
"guess what?" he said
I was now getting scared "I'm not taking the blame anymore" he said
"what do you mean" I asked shaking
"lets just say you better wear something nice to my funeral" he said and hung up
"justin JUSTIN" I screamed through the phone I immediately called 911 and told them to go to justin's address. I hung up the phone and ran to Justin's house. when I got there I kicked down the door and searched for justin "JUSTIN..JUSTIN" I yelled no repsonce could he be dead already
I looked in his room he wasn't there I searched everywhere then the bathroom door was closed but when i checked it it wouldn't open "JUSTIN OPEN THE DOOR" I said, 911 was already downstairs they kicked down the door revealing justin I gasped
justin POV:
I shot up coughing
