They stared, they always stared. He had been ignoring it for the most part,
because in the end, it was his own fault. He had raped Naomi, and now he
was going to pay for it after all those years.
He would just clean out his locker and go.
"Fucking rapist," somebody dared to shout, but Derrick didn't look up, he stared to the ground and hoped he wouldn't bump into anybody on the way to the lockers. Eyes were burning on his back, while hushed whispers erupted when he walked past them. Another five meters and I'm there, he thought, walking stiffly to the locker area.
"Where do you think you're going, freak?"
A strong arm blocked his path, when he was so close to his locker, and he was forced to look upon the guy standing before him. A big blond muscled quarterback, named Chat if Derrick remembered correct.
"I need to get my stuff." He replied, his voice unwavering as he tried to push past Chat, only to be pushed roughly against the lockers behind him. Two friends were behind him. Okay, so this was not going as well as he had wanted to.
"You need to teach a lesson, maybe two," one chuckled, giving him a leering smile before a fist connected with his stomach. Breath was knocked out of him, as another fist collided with his temple, making him see stars. After that is all happened fast, as the three boys got really into their 'lesson,' punches and kicks raining down on him. The entire school was probably watching, Derrick realised, but nobody even helped, and he didn't try to protect himself, it was going to be over with soon.
"That's enough!" A voice called out, probably the principle, or one of the teachers. The beating stopped, and he found out he couldn't open his eyes, too painful. Fuck, he would give anything to just be unconscious, or a bottle of booze to at least not feel anything. Somebody called for an ambulance, but that was pretty far away, it all seemed like a blur. Arms pulled him up from the cold stone floor, saying something but he couldn't make out the words. It had been a very bad choice to come here, he realised, as he finally welcome the darkness.
"Fucking rapist," somebody dared to shout, but Derrick didn't look up, he stared to the ground and hoped he wouldn't bump into anybody on the way to the lockers. Eyes were burning on his back, while hushed whispers erupted when he walked past them. Another five meters and I'm there, he thought, walking stiffly to the locker area.
"Where do you think you're going, freak?"
A strong arm blocked his path, when he was so close to his locker, and he was forced to look upon the guy standing before him. A big blond muscled quarterback, named Chat if Derrick remembered correct.
"I need to get my stuff." He replied, his voice unwavering as he tried to push past Chat, only to be pushed roughly against the lockers behind him. Two friends were behind him. Okay, so this was not going as well as he had wanted to.
"You need to teach a lesson, maybe two," one chuckled, giving him a leering smile before a fist connected with his stomach. Breath was knocked out of him, as another fist collided with his temple, making him see stars. After that is all happened fast, as the three boys got really into their 'lesson,' punches and kicks raining down on him. The entire school was probably watching, Derrick realised, but nobody even helped, and he didn't try to protect himself, it was going to be over with soon.
"That's enough!" A voice called out, probably the principle, or one of the teachers. The beating stopped, and he found out he couldn't open his eyes, too painful. Fuck, he would give anything to just be unconscious, or a bottle of booze to at least not feel anything. Somebody called for an ambulance, but that was pretty far away, it all seemed like a blur. Arms pulled him up from the cold stone floor, saying something but he couldn't make out the words. It had been a very bad choice to come here, he realised, as he finally welcome the darkness.