Game of Thrones: After the Trials
Chapter 1 of a new GOT story, enjoy.
Warning, this story will contain things such as bullying, corporal punishment (although not from the people you might expect), humiliation and a rape attempt. You have been warned now, so no complaints, if any of this is too much for you, don't read.
Disclaimer: Game of Thrones belongs to George R.R. Martin.
Chapter 1
It was the start of another school day, for one student however, it was not an enjoyable prospect. That student was a young man with dark hair and eyes called Podrick Payne. Podrick had a horrible time at school, was a constant victim of bullying and usually always for the same reason. He blushed as he stood, looking around worriedly.
'Another day, stuck looking like...this...Worse I can't do anything about it, as much as I hate it.' He thought sadly.
He was stuck, clad in his school uniform. Said uniform consisted of a pair of grey school shorts, a blue short sleeved shirt, a red tie with thin black stripes, a dark red blazer, grey calf-high socks and simple grey shoes.
Normally the shorts were to be worn at mid-thigh length; but Pod, due to, unfortunate circumstances, did not have that luxury. His shorts were above mid-thigh, very short, only barely covering any of his legs.
His blazer covered his legs more than his shorts did and from behind, or the sides, it looked like he wasn't wearing shorts at all.
He shook his head as he tried to walk to class. 'So unfair, honestly, showing so much of my legs, they look horrible, all pale and skinny like sticks, it wouldn't be so bad if I could just have the proper shorts, but no...'
He was cut off from his thoughts and flinched as a ball of paper hit the back of his head. He knew right away, his bullying was about to begin, again.
He turned nervously, praying his blush had faded, that would only add fuel to the fire.
'Gods, here we go again...Oh no, not him.' Pod thought in dismay as he saw his main tormentor had found him early.
He was face to face with a boy the same age as him, with short blond hair and green eyes, he too was clad in the boy's uniform, but unlike Pod, and even the other students, his shorts were longer, at knee length.
The boy's name was Joffrey Baratheon, his shorts being longer was due to him complaining of looking stupid in them, so his mother, Cersei, who was also the school principal, allowed him to wear longer ones.
Joffrey's younger brother Tommen likely had such a luxury as well, but did not take it, wearing his shorts the normal length. He could see Tommen in the background, next to his older sister, Joffrey's younger sister, Myrcella, clad in the girl's version of the uniform.
This version consisted of a grey mid-thigh length pleated skirt; blue short sleeved blouse, the same style of tie and blazer as the boys, grey knee high socks and grey flats.
Pod knew Tommen and Myrcella well enough and knew they were sweet, kind people, he didn't know how they could be related to Joffrey, who was just the opposite. He flinched again when Joffrey stepped right up to him, he knew Joffrey was going to tear him down again, and he was powerless to resist.
Joffrey sneered as he looked Pod up and down, then began his taunting.
"Awww, if it isn't little baby Pod." He remarked in a voice one might use to talk to a young child.
That prompted laughter, first from his 'loyal' followers, then from others who happened to be watching. Pod knew those people weren't that bad, but they did nothing to help him either. He wasn't the only one Joffrey tormented, he knew, but he seemed to be his main victim.
"J-Joffrey..." Pod tried to talk.
Joffrey cut across him however, still using the same voice. "Look at you, how pathetic are you, little baby."
"This isn't my idea, I don't choose to..." Pod tried to defend himself.
But Joffrey wasn't in a caring or understanding mood. "Aww, listen to the wittle baby; honestly..."
Pod bit his lip as he noted two people in Joffrey's group not laughing, a pretty auburn haired blue eyed girl and young man, a year older, who looked somewhat similar to Joffrey, although his features were softer.
Joffrey's tone then changed, become harsher. "You look so pathetic, you wear such childish short shorts, you have absolutely nothing to make you masculine."
More laughter and Pod felt his face heat up, certain it was bright red now, tears pricked his eyes.
He knew Joffrey was referring to the fact his legs, as well as being so pale and skinny, were hairless, in fact, his entire body was hairless, a fact all the boys taunted him about, having seen it first-hand in the showers after gym class.
Again, Joffrey's status as the Principal's son meant he could shower separately and did so, for whatever reason, Pod did not know.
Pod groaned later as, by the end of the day, he began making his way home. It had been horrible, more and more insults and taunts, leaving him blushing and fighting back tears. He couldn't understand why they were being so horrible. He had been able to keep it together however and soon arrived back home.
'Urgh, yet another day, another nightmare.' He summed up his situation. 'And of course, this is all I have to come back to.'
He entered the apartment where he lived by himself, it was run-down and looked so worn and depressed, it matched Pod's mood perfectly.
He sighed; it was just the way things were. Following his parents death, his only living relative was Ilyn Payne; someone who he did not associate with, as a result, he scraped together what money and belongings he could and soon found himself here, with his own apartment, going through the days, just trying to survive, he had enough money for food, to pay the rent, but other things suffered, such as his clothes, such as his sadly too small school shorts.
With a sad sigh he began to get changed, removing the uniform, at least outside school he was spared the indignity of having too much of his legs on show. But in removing the uniform, he faced another embarrassment.
His money problems meant he could only buy things that were cheap to begin with, this led to sometimes embarrassing clothing, such as now. Removing his far too short shorts, he exposed his, somewhat tight, green briefs, meant for kids as they were decorated with pictures of cartoon dragons.
He sighed sadly again, once those briefs were the only clothes he stood in.
'If only I had better clothes; if I did, I'd be rid of these things, Gods...' He thought sadly.
With a disgusted noise, he pulled out a pair of badly worn jeans and a blue T-shirt with frayed sleeves and pulled them on. He then collapsed onto the bed and finally let his emotions go, breaking down and letting the pain he had accumulated through the day burst forth.
He sobbed endlessly until there were no more tears to come. Praying once more for a miracle, for something to happen that would save him from this nightmare.
End of chapter, read and review please.
Poor Pod, we see the suffering he faces, learn his past, things aren't easy and sadly, things won't improve just yet, but he's not the only one suffering as he noted, just wait and see what else is to come.