This is it; Double D thought. I'm gonna die at 18. With his lungs quickly filling with water, his body racking from pain, his only thoughts were if he didn't drown in the boys bathroom toilets by the Peach Creek High School bullies, he would surely die from the amount of germs intoxicating his body. His battered and bruised body couldn't even manage to fight the much larger bullies off today. Too many of them had each taken their turns with him today. His ribs were rippling with pain, being shoved inward, possibly broken from being beaten, while being pushed outward by his slowly filling lungs. The gruesome agony and burn he felt every time he was able a tiny bit of air, was more painful than just drowning all together.
Mother... Father... Eddy... Ed...
The burn in his lungs made his chest feel like it was just about to explode when suddenly he was pulled backward, and onto the cold tiled floor. Quickly, he practically vomited while coughing up all the water he had taken in...
"What the hell do you guys think you're doing?!" Screamed a familiar voice. Double D, soaking wet, and beaten looked up to see his savior.
Kevin?!
"BEAT IT ASSHOLES." The ginger bully shouted, as he shoved one of the other kids to the ground. Quickly they both scurried away. "We won't forget this Double Dick!"
Double D did nothing but think of the pain he was already in, as he stared at his new captor. "P-please Kevin... M-make it fast." He whispered as he closed his eyes and his body stiffened in fear.
The childhood bully gave the tattered teen a look of disgust and pity. "Jesus Double Dork. Give me a fucking break, I haven't bothered you in years." Double D looked up in shock. He was bullied so often, he'd forgotten which ones came and went.
He frowned and bowed his head. "I b-beg my pardon Kevin. I-I j-just..." Tears weld up in the raven's eyes. Kevin looked around to see if anyone was watching, but to his dismay they were alone, and he didn't have the heart to leave the dork alone, crying like this on the bathroom floor.
They both stay in the bathroom, only Double D's cries to break the silence. Neither one looking the other in the eyes.
Soon enough the football star, walked over to Double D, holding his hand out, offering the smaller one his help up. With weak and shaky hands, Double D was pulled upward, a few of his bones making cracking sounds. He winced in pain, but forced a smile weakly at the ginger. "My greatest thanks K-kevin."
Suddenly Kevin was up close with Double D and could see every bruise he'd been given. He really did feel pity for the raven. Even he had never hurt the twerp like this. Kevin found himself staring as he traced over each part of the other boy. He noticed some bruises were extremely fresh, while others looked half healed.
But most of his bruises looked like they had not even had the chance to heal before being re-formed.
"K-kevin?!" Double D squeaked, then the ginger jumped back. In his trance, he hadn't realized he was touching some of the bruises on Double D's face.
"W-what was that look for...?" Double D whispered. Kevin simply shrugged a small blush forming on his cheeks. He had no idea what face he had been making because he was so intranced by Double D's marks.
"Come on Double Dweeb. Let's get you home." He threw the smaller one's arm around his shoulder and helped him walk out to the school parking lot. Double D was silently thankful school had let out.
They both managed to squeeze onto Kevin's motorcycle. The ginger figured Double D was broken enough, and offered him his helmet. "We can't have you dying now can we?" He chuckled as Double D tried squeezing the helmet on over his hat.
Soon they were on their way down the highway, towards their neighborhood.
"T-this doesn't seem terribly safe Kevin!" Double D shouted as he decided to squeeze onto Kevin's backside in fear. Kevin laughed out loud. "What Double Dork? I can't hear you over the sound of how dangerous this is!"