Here's Chapter 10! Thanks for reading!

Chapter Ten:

Paul went pale at the look on Brandon's face. He was furious. He glanced towards Gary, who simply whispered, "Shit," Barry and Ash stopped their conversation and turned to him.

He could see Audrey and Emily across the courtyard, laughing quietly. He backed up two steps before giving up, hanging his head and letting Brandon catch him.

"Where the hell were you last night?!" Brandon shouted, "Wasn't just me who was up all night, your brother was with me the whole time. You know how worried he's been? Anything could have happened?!" He grabbed Paul by the wrist. "What the hell did you think you were doing?!'

"I-I-…left because I was scared. I wanted Torterra-"

"You're pathetic." Brandon spat, yanking him closer, leaning in close to his face, he continued. "You need to get a grip Paul, no matter what you think is going on in your life, no matter what you think is bad, someone has it a lot worse." He shakes his head. "Let's go find your brother…" Gary had no choice but to let Paul be taken away.

Paul tried pulling his arm out of the painful grip several times but was unable. He couldn't hear Brandon… he was trapped with his own thoughts. No matter what happened… he had to make it during lunch today. He had skipped too many days.

"Paul!" he looked up to see Reggie sprinting towards him. His brother embraced him, kissing him on the forehead. "I didn't know what happened… I was so worried… you could have been hurt…." Brandon did not release his grip on his arm so he couldn't lift his hands to hug his brother.

"I'm fine." He said simply.

"Where did you go?"

"To my friend's house…" Paul said quietly.

"Oh god…" he felt Reggie's hand touch his face. "What were you thinking?!' his voice rose. Paul pulled back.

"I'm sorry…"

"Sorry doesn't cut it this time Paul!" He let go of us face. "Brandon's right, get a grip. Why are you doing this Paul?"

"I-I-don't know." Paul said, trying to pull away from Brandon. "Give me back Torterra!" He said suddenly reaching for Brandon's belt to where he could just see his starter pokemon's pokeball. "Please!"

"After what you just did?" he yelled. "When we get home, I'm going to give you a long talk…" he sighs. "Go on to class. If you don't come home tonight, I will call the police."

The second he let go of his arm Paul sprinted away, back to where Gary was waiting. He just stood next to him for a few moments, wondering what exactly he should say.

…

The final bell before lunch rang and Gary immediately turned to Paul. He was already heading out the door.

"Paul, come back here." Paul ignored him. He caught up to him, grabbing his arm. "Please don't go…. You could get hurt…"

Paul shrugged. "Even Reggie's mad at me right now, why do you even bother."

"I care, come on, stop-'

Mr. Faulk suddenly turned down the hallway. Both of them froze.

'I'll see you after lunch Gary.' Paul says quietly. He walks forward towards the classroom, entering slowly. Gary swallows before glaring at Mr. Faulk. He smirks before following Paul into the classroom. He stops right before entering.

"I'm just going to warn you, don't say anything. I know you know, and I just want you to know that if you do say something, you won't get the same Paul back." He then goes into the room.

Paul was waiting, his arms wrapped around himself, in the middle of the room. He backed up slightly when he saw Mr. Faulk.

"Who's your little friend?'

"He's in your class, his names Gary…." Paul said quietly. Mr. Faulk walked forward and put his hands on his waist. He smirked when the teen flinched and turn his head sideways to avoid the rough kisses.

'Is he a threat?" he let go of Paul and crossed the room to his desk. He pulled out a bottle of lube, laying it on a student's desk. He then opened his arms. "Come here,"

Paul, shaking, approached him silently. "I don't think he is." He felt hands begin to lift his shirt. He squeezed his eyes shut, still not used to the feeling of the cold heartless fingers running over his stomach.

"Good." He was suddenly released, then pushed into the desk chair. "I was wondering if you could come to my house today after school…finish this up." Paul began to breath harder, clutching the sides of the chair, before nodding, disregarding what Brandon had said. It was for Reggie.

He felt a completely naked figure press against him, pressing him against the chair, opening his legs. He felt hands travel down to his pants, slipping them off along with his shoes and socks before going back down on him again. This was as far as he wanted to go-

"Stop!" he said, trying to sit up when the fingers began to poke inside of him. "I don't want-"

"Reggie." He said. Paul stopped pushing against him, his hands clenching into fists and biting his lip. He felt the first finger enter him and he let out a whimper. It burned. He felt the lube being applied but he suddenly stopped. "I don't want to do it now. Just finish me." He shoves his only half erect cock at Paul. "Suck it."

Paul really just wanted to get out of there, but he moved slightly closer when the hands shoved him forward again.

…

He ran out of the room to find Gary sitting outside, waiting.

"What are you doing?"

"Waiting for you. Are you ok?" He shrugged before putting his hands in his pockets and walking away. "Paul!"

"What?"

"Answer my question."

"I'm fine." He left, turning down the hallway. He entered the locker room, changing quickly into his PE clothes. He hated this class…

He waited for almost half an hour until the bell rang, going outside to wait for Mr. Faulk. He did, smirking at Paul.

'Miss me?" he said.

Paul turned away from him, trying to ignore him. Luckily, Gary came running out followed by Dawn and Ash. They surrounded him and he thankfully sunk into their unconscious protection. He wouldn't have that later in the day.

Class seemed abnormally long, and Mr. Faulk secretly ran his hand down Paul's back almost three times. Each time leaving Paul shivering.

…

Ring, ring.

The last bell rang. Paul immediately stood up from his chair and walked out the room. He had to get to the front before Reggie and Brandon.

He ran out of the building and immediately spotted Mr. Faulk getting into a car. He was waved over and told to get in. He did as he was told, playing with his hands in his lap.

They drove for several minutes, Mr. Faulk every once in a while glancing over at Paul hungrily. He closed his eyes after a while, trying to block out the sounds of his teacher's heavy breathing.

He felt the car stop and looked up to see a small house.

"Get out." Mr. Faulk. Paul did, looking around quickly. He felt hands seize him roughly, shoving him up against the car. "I've been waiting for this for so long…." Kisses came in frenzies and he could barely breath. He was picked up and taken to the front door, which was open. He was forced inside and immediately taken to a bedroom and thrown onto the bed. He felt his clothes being taken off and hands traveling over him.

Mr. Faulk removed his own clothes next. He had been waiting for so long… he finally got what he wanted. He got onto of Paul, taking out his lube. He prepared Paul quickly, ignoring the whimpers from the teen. He then lined himself up, ready to take the smaller boy.

He shoved in, savoring the scream that escaped the teen's throat. He began a fast pace that made the teen continue to scream, crying now. He smirked down at his completely dominated victim.

He was in control. He could do whatever he wanted.

And Paul couldn't stop him.

…

Brandon sat, waiting in the living room. It was eleven thirty at night and even though it was not a school day the next day he wanted Paul home now. That kid was going to get it….

The front door opened suddenly and he stood up from the chair. Paul came into the living room, his face tearstained; he didn't see Brandon until he heard the, hmph. He turned to face him immediately choking up again.

"I'm so sorry-"

"Save it." Brandon said walking towards him. The teen had tears pouring down his face, his lips were so bruised and bitten they were nearly unrecognizable of his old ones.

"Please-"

"Just shut up Paul. I don't know what your excuse is but I don't even want to hear it. I don't know what I said to make you think this is ok, I specifically told you to come home"

Paul had taken off, running towards the stairs, sobs escaping his mouth despite him trying to stifle them with his sleeve. Brandon caught him when he tripped halfway up them.

"And now you run, why don't you-" he stopped. Paul wasn't hearing him anymore. He was curled into himself, his arms hugging himself while he rocked quietly. Sobs wracked his thin body. "Go to bed." Brandon growled. Paul stood up quietly.

'Sir…please can I have Torterra-"

"No! Go now!" Paul dashed up the stairs and into his room. He closed the door quickly and but Brandon could hear the noisy sobs even through it. What had happened?

Brandon suddenly woke up, late in the night. He heard screams. He jumped out of bed and ran into Paul's room. The teen was rolling around on his bed, his eyes closed, asleep, his mouth open in a terrified, pain filled scream. Brandon shook him awake.

"Paul. Paul… it's me! Come on wake up, it's ok…" He opened his eyes, wildly thrashing. He collapsed, allowing Brandon to stroke his back softly, hugging him close. "You're ok, I got you…" He lifted Paul into his arms and carried him back to his room. He could swear he felt Paul stiffen, scared but ignored it. Laying him down on the bed, Brandon got in next to him, wrapping his arms around him. "Stay here for tonight, ok?" Paul nodded, laying his head on Brandon's shoulder quietly.

That night, he woke up three more times, each time more terrified then the last.