***WARNING: the story contains violence. If you can't handle that, don't read it :D

Alright, this is my first AATC fanfic i've ever written. First of all, this story is finished, and ment to be a single story. I only devided it into chapters, cuz it might be too long for some of you to read in one go. The main character is Simon Seville, and i'd put the genre somewhere between Hurt/Comfort/Family. Sadly, the Chipettes won't have an appearance in this story. I'm sorry for that ;]

I put a lot of work into this story, and i hope you'll like it!

A BIG BIG thanks ChipmunkFan19, who looked through the whole story, erased the spelling mistakes, and changed some words or phrases that didn't fit. ( English is not my first language ) He also came up with the story title! He helped me a lot, thanks for that.

Alrightey, nothing else to say than HAVE FUN READING

Bully Blackmail

Chapter 1

It was 2 am and Simon was reaching for his glasses. He put his glasses on and looked his shivering brother in the eyes."Nightmare?" Simon said sleepily, putting a comforting hand on Theo's shoulder. Theo nodded. It was the third night in a row that Simon had been awoken by his little brother, who seemed to be plagued by nightmares lately. Needless to say, he had experienced nightmares before, but most of the time he ran over to Dave,and even then it didn't happen as often, as it had as of late.

"Everything is alright Theo, it's just a dream, you don't need to be scared." said Simon gently. "I k-know, Si, b-but I can't help it, I get scared by them. Can I sleep in your bed tonight? Please.."

Simon couldn't help but smile at his younger brother. Even though it got a little annoying being woken up in the middle of the night,but the innocent look in his brother's eyes couldn't possibly let him get mad at him. "Alright, but you have to promise, that you go to sleep immediately. We got school tomorrow, and we need all the energy we can get." "Of course" said Theo, while looking a little happier.

"I'll just go and get teddy". As Simon watched Theo hopping on his bed to get his cuddly animal, he moved over and folded back the blanket. "Good night" he said, pulling the blanket back up over him and Theo, who had already closed his eyes and was breathing calmly."Hopefully this nightmare problems break off soon, bit by bit I realize how tired I get during long school days, if I get woken up at nights…" thought Simon as he too drifted off into the realm of dreams.

The next morning, Dave came upstairs to wake the boys as usual. Although he was up for quite a while, he still felt a little drowsy. Undoubtedly he stayed up way too long yesterday, working on a few new songs, but unfortunately, without any good results. You shouldn't stress yourself too much; pressure blocks your creative thinking. He only had 2 weeks left, till the new songs had to be written and recorded, and they were far behind their schedule. The main reason for this was Dave's creative crisis he was stuck in at the moment. Still sunk in his thoughts, he knocked at the chipmunk's door, and entered. All three of his sons were fast asleep as usual. It's was rare, that one of the chipmunks were awake already and if so it was Simon. However, he couldn't fail to note, that Simon gradually wasn't able to get going in the mornings lately. "Get up boys, breakfast will be ready soon,and you have to be at school in an hour!" he could hear grumbling and moaning, which told him that the boys had heard him. So he went back downstairs to finish preparing the breakfast for the four of them.

The family was quieter than usual at the table. Theo and Alvin usually didn't talk much in the morning,but most of the time Simon was very talkative even after a few minutes after getting out of bed. He usually told Dave about the new stuff going on in his project groups at school or any other of his activities. Dave, on the other hand, was supposed to ask the regular "father questions" like "Did you sleep well?" and stuff like that. But today, it seemed like he nearly forgot his duty,and discounting Alvin's mumbling as a valid answer to his questions was more proof he had to fight against tiredness as well. Simon didn't miss that, but he wasn't in a mood for any conversations himself, so he decided to give his toast his undivided attention.

"History, of course" grumbled Alvin bored and annoyed, burying his face in his hands. Simon disapprovingly eyed his older brother's sleeping attempts, although it wasn't anything unusual. "Alvin, we had that discussion a few days ago. Your grades aren't the best, so you should really consider paying attention to the teacher. We're going to write the exam on Friday and you have to pass!" "You already wrote down everything yourself Si, and if I wrote it down a second time it would be nothing but a waste of paper. And as you know I'm strictly against this kind of environmental pollution."

Simon chuckled. Though the situation wasn't really funny,but he couldn't stop himself from admiring his brother for his rather sophisticated excuses. At least that was one thing he was constructive at. "And what will you do, if I don't study with you?" asked Simon provokingly.

"You wouldn't do that." said Alvin, "You're too nice to everyone." Alvin was sure of that, but he was staring at his brother nevertheless, trying to interpret his face. "Well then, dig your own grave Alvin." said Simon. Alvin was shocked for a brief moment, but composing himself quickly. "You're bluffing." he answered, slightly uncertain though. "If you say so…" shrug Simon while writing down the milestones of the first world war from the blackboard. Alvin watched his brother silently, shaking his head after a few seconds. "I'll make him soften up" he said to himself. "A few little blandishments and he'll teach me everything I need to know." Satisfied with his plan, Alvin laid his head down on the table once more, because he still had about 20 minutes to snooze.

Later this day, Simon said goodbye to Alvin and Theodore, who went straight home. Simon still had his chemistry club meeting, and as usual he stayed for a while longer. After two highly successful hours, Simon headed towards his locker to put some of his books away. He opened the door and was placing his books inside just as he was pushed into his locker. "Hey four-eyes!" Rubbing his head in an attempt to ease the sharp pain, the little chipmunk pushed himself back on his feet. Right in front of him stood Ryan, with two of his friends. Ryan sneered, while his side kicks just laughed; booting a few of the scattered books, that Simon dropped when Ryan pushed him down the hallway."What do you want from me, just leave me alone"said Simon.

He was a little scared. Ryan and his friends had called him names for month now,but this was the first time they actually got physical. "We got some work for you." Ryan was smirking. "Whatever you say I won't do it!" replied Simon in the strongest voice he could muster, readjusting his glasses."Simon, Simon, Simon…"teased Ryan, bending down to the chipmunk's face. He looked him in the eyes,and started speaking in a voice he probably thought sounded friendly and kind. "You see, we got a bit of a problem have so much homework to do,but due to our football training we just don't have the time to do the work. What do you think of… helping us out a little? C'mon, help out your friends will ya?" "Friends?" Simon laughed."Friends don't push you against the lockers, insult and offend you. Maybe you should consider looking up the meaning of that word, because it seems to me you misunderstand what a friend is." Simon was fairly proud of his speedy answer. Normally Alvin was the one being renowned for his repartee. Simon always had his problems with stuff like that. He thought his answer would wipe the smirk off his bullies face,but instead Ryan started to grin broadly.

His heart began to race. Without warning, Ryan clenched his fist and rammed it into Simon's stomach. Gasping for air, Simon fell to the floor writhing in pain, fighting against the tears welling in his eyes. And before he could get up again he felt a hand around his throat lifting him up and pressing him firmly against the wall. "I'm pretty sure YOU are the one that misunderstood something here you little nerd! Because up until now we HAVE BEEN your friends,but if you don't want to do our work, I hope our little conversation gave you an idea of what will happen if you refuse to do so." And with a venomous smile he threw the poor chipmunk against the wall; he thudded painfully as he fell to the floor and remained crouched and panting on the ground. In the distance he heard the dying down laughter of his tormentors. Trembling he pushed himself into a sitting position, pulling his legs against his chest and began to sob silently.

The sun was already starting to set. Simon loved the sunset, but his thoughts were scattered so he wasn't paying much attention to it. While he walked down the street that was bathed in red light, he was thinking about what he just went through. Simon was still stroking his sore stomach absentmindedly to ease the pain. Now that he calmed himself down, he began to to think about his options. He already made the decision not to say anything about this to Dave or his brothers. Making them worry was the last he wanted to do; besides he was sure that they couldn't help him in this situation anyway. The chipmunk sighed deeply as he stepped through the fence gate towards his home. He still didn't have an answer for the question if he wanted to submit to his bullies will or not, but for now the most important thing was to coming up with a convincing excuse, as to why he came home an hour late. Simon remained motionless for a second, his hand on the doorknob and took a deep breath before he pushed the door open.