We're going to start this out simple.
Your name is Kevin Novak, and you used be to a victim of bullying.
It never escalated to anything more than verbal insults, but it was bullying all the same. The only thing is, is that it was only through middle school.
Your family generally moved around a lot because of your dad's job. He was a college coach for a whole bunch of different sports, and a lot of schools wanted him. Your last relocation was from Wisconsin to small town Washington State, and you couldn't be happier. It gave you a chance to start anew.
Your dad had made sure you'd be set up on the football team when you started at the local high school in Maple Valley right at the beginning of the year. You had just been enrolled and you were in 11th grade.
It wasn't until the football team started training when you met him. His name is Terrence Meadows. And apparently being a part of the football team meant you weren't a loser anymore. Suddenly you started hanging out with all these guys, and you were pretty happy about that.
Then you witnessed first-hand what they did in their free time.
You'd never really noticed him before. His name was John, and he was a sophomore. Small, quiet, and kinda dorky looking. He never did much to draw attention to himself, in fact, you think he was always trying to blend into the crowd, and you believe he had a really good reason for it.
Terrence and the other guys had pointed him out to you, using the term, "Fresh meat."
You just walked away.
Apparently this whole change in status quo meant you had to be the bully now.
You weren't going to do this. Ever.
It made you anxious just thinking about it, and how he had it even worse than you did.
You would never hurt him.
That was, until Terrence started threatening you.
Help him, or end up like John.
You could not
end up
like
John.
Terrence had explained some long-winded plot of his, saying you had a minor role. All you needed to do was get the poor boy to drink some apple juice spiked with rohypnol and drive him to the pre-determined location.
And to not
help John
get
back
home.
He gave you a menacing glare, making sure you understood him.
You hesitated for a second.
You didn't want to do this.
But you looked down and agreed anyways.
There was nothing else you could do.
Before you even started your part in this, you had to apologize.
You apologized to him. For all of them. For anyone who's ever hurt him, or insulted him, or laughed at him, or told him to take his own life.
You apologized for what you were about to do
and for what was going to happen later.
You shouldn't be driving.
You feel like you're about to faint, your head is spinning, your heart is racing and and there's a huge lump in your throat that you've been trying to swallow back down.
and John is in the back seat
sipping on apple juice spiked with a fucking date-rape drug.
He doesn't even realize you're not taking him towards one of the bus exchanges.
You keep on putting off the last few turns towards your final destination, contemplating what to do
but you finally turn into the parking lot.
You feel your blood run cold and you think you're going to puke.
You can hear them.
You were supposed to leave after you dropped him off- instead, Terrence had himself a hissy fit and tried to get you to in on it. You stood in the rain, short of breath, watching as he took John by his hair and over by the thicker, overgrown trees and bushes. Every strangled noise the smaller boy made had you wanting to drop dead right then and there. You waited for Terrence to get preoccupied with him (just about after the drug really kicked in and made John conk out) before taking off back to your car. You parked it behind some trees and started waiting.
You could hear their snotty laughs, their snarky jokes being thrown around as they rape him.
You weren't the only one waiting though.
One of the other guys sat in the passenger seat of your car, waiting it out with you as you laid your forehead on the top of the steering wheel, attempting to quell your incessant nausea.
"I can't do this," you mutter.
"Do what? You're not doing anything," he replies.
"I can't not do anything about this. It's... it's passed the point of harassment or bullying and went straight into a damn situation that could get us all thrown in prison and-"
"No, Kev, chill. I fucking know. But he won't even know."
"What do you mean 'He won't know'? Do you not HEAR them?!" the way you look at him must have gotten some sort of message across.
He's silent.
And you need to do something.
This needs to stop.
You fumble around for your phone, and dial three numbers that everyone and their mother knows.
"I-I'm calling the cops-" you stutter, but right as you were about to hit 'Call', he snatches it away from you and takes the battery out.
"You outta your mind? Jesus fucking Christ, we'd all be completely screwed-"
"I'm completely ready to take liability for what I've done," you state, making a reach for the pieces, "This is my fucking fault!"
but
you stop dead mid-grab.
when you hear a weak yelp
followed by chorus of laughter and cat-calls.
You feel another wave of nausea.
You shouldn't have agreed to bring him here. You should have taken a stand, anything... anything but this.
You step out of your car and empty the contents of your stomach against the trunk of a nearby tree.
An hour later and everyone is finally gone. An hour of taking turns, seeing who could make the worst marks on John's body as they hit him and violated him to lengths of a most illegal nature.. An hour you had to wait before you could silently creep over to John, trembling at the sight of him.
Trembling at the thought that next time that could easily be you.
You tentatively dressed his limp body back up on soaking wet and dirty clothes, then carry him silently back to your car. You carefully laid him down in the rear seats, avoiding being too hasty, and covering him with an old jacket you found in the trunk. It would work as a temporary blanket, right? Fuck, where did he say he lived again? You know the neighborhood, so you drive back to the general area that he's supposed to live in.
Shit, he's waking up.
He didn't remember a thing.
He looked weak and tired, but just smiled happily at you and waved goodbye.
As you sit parked in your driveway after the longest drive home in your lifetime, you stare down at your hands in disbelief of what you've just caused.
You clasp them together, closing your eyes as you silently murmur to yourself,
"Lord forgive me, for I have sinned."
wow uh hey guys
hahaha sorry if this chapter isn't up-to-par haha its because i wrote most of it
and my writing isnt as good as tempest's so yeah
sorry
ps everyone that reads this fanfic is amazing and i love all of you aaaaaaa! 3
-lightninblot
Lies lies lies lies, I was gone for like 2 weeks and this sweetheart decided to write most of the chapter. And it's really great.
So most of the base writing is lightnin's, I just went over it, did some editing, added some stuff. The whole dealeo.
Anyways, I had a poll on deviantART, and the majority of the votes stated that people wanted a little backstory from Kevin's point of view.
So we did that.
And please remember that this is just build-up.
Also gomen for getting your hopes up. John and Dave take the full course of Chapter 12.
And I found some fanart by doushabao! ~ tempestsylph dot tumblr dot com/post/28681187464/doushabao-i-did-some-really-sketchy-fanart-for
-tS