DRAKE

I didn't really know where I was going and I really didn't care. I just had to get out of there. I really don't think I've ever been this confused. Not even about admitting to myself that I was gay. I mean I love Eb. I love him more than anything and I really want to be with him. It's just... I don't wanna see him hurtin' like this.

Fuck, this mess is too confusing. I guess I knew what I had to do...I just really didn't want to do it. But when you love someone, I guess you have to make sacrifices. I took a deep breath and started back towards the house. Just then, I heard something from behind me. Out of the corner of my eye I saw some of the guys from our last game that we beat and they didn't look very happy. "Hey fag!" one of them yelled out. That got me mad.

"What the fuck did you just call me!?!" I'm not really the type to scream to the world that I'm gay but I'm not going to let everyone walk all over me about it either. I spun around and stopped. These guys were serious. All three of them were holding blades at their sides and wearing wicked smiles.

"We called you a fag, cocksucker." A tall one with stitches up his arm said taking a step towards me. Oh hell, this probably wasn't going to end well.

"Wow guys that really hurt," I made a pained expression on my face. Okay now they really didn't look happy. "If you're gonna do somethin' then do it. Don't just stand around like a bunch of retards in Chuckie Cheese."

Damn my male pride! I'm going to die. Dear God help me, I'm going to die. They all charged me at once. Now I'm not usually a violent person and I didn't fight back when Eb attacked me (had my reasons) but I do know how to fight. You have to know how in this town.

I knew I couldn't win, but I was gonna be damned if I wasn't going to go down fightin'. It hurt. Oh fuck, did it hurt. I was punching blindly into the air. All I could think about was the piercing, paralyzing pain. Then I felt a sharp twinge in my back and I fell to my knees.

Then for some reason they all took off running. No wonder, a cop car was driving by. Finally some luck today. Maybe the whole world isn't against me. Well, not all of it. I could tell it was Tyler's, one of my best friends, dad. I stumbled over to the car.

"Mr. Wilson, you gotta help me," I struggled to say. Oh damn, I was hurt worse than I thought. I felt like I was gonna pass out. Things were spinning and colors were changing to black and white. I tried to hold onto consciousness long enough to open the car door.

"Alright Drake get in. We gotta get you to the hospital." I climbed in the back and laid down. The last thing I remembered is hearin' Mr. Wilson's sirens and seein' the lights blinking on the top of the car. Then it all faded to black.

A/N:

Sorry for the tremendous wait! But we are planning on picking back up on this. Isn't it wonderful? Oh yes, it is.

(other author here) someone's cocky aren't they? o yes they are