You Found Me (part 2 of 3)

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-- Second part of "Hurts Like Hell."
POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNING!!

Mike's P.O.V

Last night, El decided not to question me about the redness of my eyes after the shower.

But honestly, I'm terrified to go to school today.

The second I push the doors open to the high school, all three boys stand there staring at me.

They quickly glance at each other before picking me up by my shirt to shove me into the brick wall.

"I'm surprised you showed up today Wheeler." Says Henry.

"Do you know where your dad keeps his gun? You should probably find out soon, it may come in handy."

My teeth clench together, and I try to look him straight in the eyes.

"Wow. I've never felt a stronger urge to hurt you than right now." He goes on.

"Than do it." I mutter.

"What did you just say Wheeler?"

"Henry, he's egging you on. Just beat the shit out of him already." Says David, giving Henry a slight push.

"Not here!" He responds, carrying me into the boy's bathroom.

He throws me to the floor, nealing beside me.

"Next time I tell you to do something... listen."

I nod softly, reaching my hands up to cover my face.

Christopher quickly pins my arms back while David gets my legs.

Now this is incredibly unfair.

"No! Let me go!" I yell.

He punches me in the nose, hard.

I cry softly.

"If I killed you right now... nobody would care, or do anything about it. You're disgusting. Did you know that? Like... I'm pretty sure whatever that, is; laying before me... is not human."

He pulls my shirt up, laughing at the bruises.

"Look what it did!" He yells excitedly.

I can tell he's gonna do more soon since he's so excited and proud of his work.

He grabs my waistband, pulling down on it slowly.

"Are you even a boy?" He laughs.

"Stop!! Don't touch me!" I scream, now terrified.

One of my legs break free, and I kick Henry in the face.

They all let go of me help their friend, so I make a run for it, now scared for my life.

One of them catches me by my shirt, flinging me into the mirror.

It shatters into a million pieces.
"I take it that's not the first mirror you've broken." He mutters.

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