Hey guys. Here's the next chapter. Enjoy.


A Father's Love

Chapter 6

Riley stood by the front doors of Degrassi, waiting for Zane. He had to ask his art teacher something about a college application. He glanced down at his watch, for the 10th time in the past five minutes. Zane said it was only going to take a second, and it had already almost been ten minutes. He was starting to get worried.

He saw Anya walking his way, and smiled waving her over. She gave him a nervous smile and headed over. Riley saw her face and new that something was wrong.

"Hey you," she said softly.

"Hey. What's wrong? Did something happen, are you okay?" Riley asked frantically.

Anya smiled. Riley had always been protective of her. "Yeah I'm fine, just… Can I talk to you about something?"

He gave her a strange look. Anya knew she could talk to Riley about anything. "Of course you can. You know you can always talk to me about anything," he replied nodding his head.

"I don't know what to do. I have this idea, but I'm not sure if it's good or not. I saw the commercial on TV and it inspired me, and I think it's a good idea but it's kind of scary and I just don't know what to do. I didn't get into college and now I have no plan for my future, but if I do this then maybe I can get into college later. And-" Anya's quick rambling was cut short, by a finger to her lips.

"Anya stop. Your just rambling and I don't get what you're trying to say. Calm down, deep breaths, slow down, and explain."

Anya bit her lip and looked down. She closed her eyes and quickly said in one sentence, "Iwanttojointhearmy."

A confused look came over Riley's face because he didn't hear a single word she said. Realizing this, Anya took a deep breath and spoke slower, and clearer. "I want to join the army."

At first Riley couldn't believe what he was hearing. Anya in the army? She was… well she was a girl, a weak girl at that. Not to be rude or anything, he loved Anya, but Riley didn't think she had ever stepped foot in a gym in her life. But the more he thought about it, the more he thought it was a good idea. He knew Anya was just getting over her drug addiction, though it didn't last very long. She had kind of ruined all the chances she had for her future, and it was too late to apply to any colleges. The army might be the only thing that could her future.

Anya mistook Riley's quietness as disapproval and quickly said, "Forget it. It's a stupid idea. I knew it was hopeless; I should have just listened to what my mom tried telling me. It's just; I want my future to go somewhere. And the army is the only thing that can get me there."

"Anya, I-. I think it's a great idea. But, you got to understand something. The army isn't a walk in the park. It's tough, it's rough, and not very many people make it through basic training, especially not girls. But, you're tough Anya. You're different than most girls. And I believe in you. Except for the fact that you really need to beef up, start working out. I could help you, be like your personal trainer or something. It'll be a lot of work, but I know we could-"

Anya ran and threw her arms around Riley's neck. "Thank you, thank you, thank you! I was so worried about being buff enough. Riley you just saved my life," Anya squealed as she jumped up to kiss Riley on the cheek. "I'm so happy right now! I've gotta go tell my mom I made my decision and she can't change my mind." She started running to her car, but stopped and turned around for a second. "I'll text you later with the details, kay?" Riley just smiled and nodded as he watched Anya sprint to her car.

Riley looked around and couldn't find Zane anywhere. Zane wasn't back yet. He looked down at his watch and realized it had been over twenty minutes since he had seen Zane. He was really worried now and set off to find his boyfriend.


Zane searched for his art portfolio, taking it out once he located it. "Don't worry. I'll meet you out front in a minute," Zane said as he shut his locker and turned around to face Riley.

Riley smiled and leaned down, placing a gentle kiss on his lips. "Sure babe. Love ya, see you in a few."

"Love you to," Zane said, watching as Riley turned and walked down the hallway. He smiled to himself; he really did love that boy.

He clutched his portfolio in his hand tightly as he walked quickly to the art room. Finally he thought he had the perfect portfolio to send with his college application. But he was still nervous, and needed to make sure everything was perfect. It had taken him three months to put it together, and the application deadline was in four days, he had no choice to send it in now. So he was heading to talk to his art teacher, and ask him what he thought about the pieces inside.

Reaching the art room, he opened the door and saw Mr. Hart sitting in his office in the corner. The teacher smiled as Zane walked in and stood up to meet him half way.

"Zane! Hey there, finally got your portfolio done I see. Well let's see it now, shall we?" he asked as he held out his hand. Zane shakingly handed the folder and bit his lip as Mr. Hart flipped through it. With each new piece his smile grew bigger and wider.

"Zane these are… wow these are amazing. You really did it this time. If no colleges accept you then the world really has gone all to hell. You have so much talent that I will be seriously shocked if you don't get in," Mr. Hart beamed as he clapped a hand on his shoulder and handed the folder back to his favorite student.

Zane blushed and but the folder into his backpack. "Thanks Mr. Hart. I never could have done it without you. You're the only teacher I've ever had that has believed in what I could do."

"Oh stop," the teacher grinned. "Now I want you to go, and mail those apps off. And get back to that boyfriend of yours, I'm sure by now he's starting to worry."

Zane smiled and walked out the door, after bidding Mr. Hart goodbye. He was almost to the front when he realized he had left the folder with his college applications in his locker. He could see Riley talking to Anya up front and new he'd occupied for now. He ran back to his locker, drawing out the folder and putting it in his bag. He slammed his locker shut, and turned around only to be faced with Owen and some of the other guys from the football team.

Zane tightened his grip on his bag strap, and glanced down the hallway. Riley was still talking to Anya and hadn't realized Zane was in trouble.

"Hey there faggot," Owen laughed. Two guys grabbed him from behind, one of them reaching up to cover his mouth to keep him quiet. Zane did the only thing he could, he thrashed his body back in forth quickly as he bit down on the hand covering his mouth, drawing blood. The boy behind him let out a yell and Zane opened his mouth to scream. Only to be stopped by two punches from Owen, one to the gut and the other to his mouth.

He bent over out of breath and gasping for air. All the blood rushed to his head making him dizzy. He stumbled forward, and couldn't think straight. Before he knew it, another hand was over his mouth and he was being dragged into an abandoned classroom. He tried to scream but the hand over his mouth turned his screams into mumbles.

Zane was thrown to the ground, his head was reeling and he still couldn't think straight. Looking up he noticed Owen and five other guys were standing around him, most were from the football team, but two weren't.

"We're here to teach you a lesson fag," Owen said. "You and that… boyfriend of yours." Zane thought that Owen's voice was a little off. He almost sounded jealous of Zane. But that couldn't be true, Zane just played it off as dizziness.

Zane closed his eyes. He knew he couldn't fight them all off, it would be pointless to try. But he was not just gonna lie down and take what these homophobes wanted to dish out. He was stronger than that. He tried to stand up, but he was to dizzy and ended up stumbling into a desk before falling and hitting his head.

Pain shot threw his head, and he moaned. His vision went blurry, and he closed his eyes trying to clear his head. He heard the laughter of the guys above him. "Look at him. He can't even stand. This'll be easier than I thought," Owen said. And that's when the real pain began.

Zane curled up in a ball trying to protect his head as the boys released kick after kick. His entire body felt like it was on fire, as pain flared through his whole body. Tears threatened to leak out of his eyes, but he refused to cry in front of them. He would not let them win.

Zane didn't know how long he was kicked and punched, he lost track of time. He wasn't religious in the slightest, never even been too church, but he decided it was as good a time as ever. He prayed that it would all end soon. All he wanted was for Riley to find him and lift him up into his strong embrace, as he whispered into his ear how much he loved him.

He could feel his ribs and bones breaking and hoped beyond hope that they would stop before they did some real damage. Soon he felt them slowing down and eventually stopping.

Owen kicked him over so he was laying on his back, so he could look into his eyes. Zane saw Owen throw back his head and laugh. "You're pathetic. And Riley wants you? It really makes no sense to me. I'll make sure that once I'm done with you, Riley will never want to look at your worthless body again." Owen turned around and addressed the guys standing behind him. "You guys can leave; I've got this from here."

The guys gave him a weird look, before looking at each other, nodding, and walking out.

Zane laughed. Everything seemed to click into place now. "You," he gasped out spitting out blood. "You like Riley. You want him for yourself."

"Shut up! You don't know what you're saying."

"Let me tell you something Owen, no matter what you do to me, Riley will never want you. You're not his type. You're just a worthless-" Zane was cut off as Owen stomped on his face.

"I said shut up! I'm going to make it so that Riley will never look at you the same. Then, then he'll switch to me and we'll be happy together. And you'll be left in the dust, like the little whore you are," Owen said as he spit on Zane's face.

Zane's eyes widened as he saw Owen take off his belt, and unzip his pants. Zane tried to sit up, but before he got even half way he fell back as his definitely broken ribs twinged. Owen gave a wicked grin as he looked into Zane's terrified eyes. "After I'm done with you, nobody will ever want you again."

Riley walked quickly up the hallway, looking for any sign of Zane. He was on his way to the Art room, thinking that maybe he just got caught up like he sometimes did. When he saw some guys he knew from the football team walk out of a classroom, laughing. Their clothes had drops of blood on them, and their knuckles were cut. He was about to ask them what they hell they did, when he heard a scream. A scream belonging to a voice he knew well, Zane's.

He ran as fast as he could to the classroom he saw the guys exit. Opening the door, he was met with a sight that made his blood boil.


Soooo, it is longer like I promised right? I actually planned on making it go further, but I changed my mind and decided to stop it here. It just seemed right you now? Lol, I'M SORRY! Don't kill me for this cliffhanger. The next update should be within a week, I promise!

PS: I don't know how college applications work or anything like that, but I do think that if you apply to an art school that you have to have portfolio correct? Well I made it so that Zane is going to send one to regular colleges as well. Oh and I know that since I said that Anya already got denied for college, that means Zane is way late on sending his applications in, but just go with it. I mean this is called fanFICTION for a reason right? Lol, anyways I will have the next update soon. Promise!