Chapter One-Hundred and Fifty-Five
John pulled the shower curtain closed, before he began undressing, he'd already pushed himself far enough when changing into his gym clothes in front of everyone, he couldn't take the chance of a flashback especially in school. If anyone knew what had happened to him… he couldn't take the humiliation if they knew. He turned on the water, chuckling as Chance's nose poked between the curtain and the shower's wall. "Hey, Chancie." He laughed, lathering soap over his body and taking extra care of the still healing scars on his back, able to feel the upside down cross carved into his skin. "Ah!" He jumped as Chance licked his leg, smiling as he realized it was only the dog. "Chance, fetch my towel." He ordered, making the sign he'd taught her for fetch with his fingers.
The pit bull's tail wagged as she took off for her master's towel, growling at one of the bigger Jocks when he tried to pet her.
"Hey! Bender!" He pulled the curtain of John's shower back, pausing in shock when John screamed, dropping his soap and curled in a ball on the floor.
"NO!" He screamed, pressing his back to the wall as he stared in horror at something that wasn't there. "Please!"
Toby rushed forward, noticing the odd fear in John's eyes. "Get Principal Anderson." He ordered, shutting the water to John's shower off and wrapping a towel around him despite how he tried to fight him off. "Bender. Bender, relax." He reached toward John, noticing how he was trying to protect his body -specifically his genitals. "Bender, it's okay."
"NO!" He screamed, his body going tense as the pain of one of the thugs slapping him after he'd fought against the ropes started to burn in his body. "DON'T!" He gasped, as the memory of the first man easing into him became real in his terror filled mind. "PLEASE!"
Toby knelt beside John, watching as his body acted as if he were being choked and listening as he gagged as if something were being forced down his throat. "Bender…"
Principal Anderson appeared only a few seconds later, able to see that John was in the middle of a flashback. "Johnathan…" He reached toward the boy, able to see that he had tears streaming down his face from the pain his body was imagining. He lifted John's naked body from the floor, jumping when the kid kicked out at him before he pulled a pair of boxers on his boney hips and wrapped him in his blazer before he rushed him to the teacher's lounge to have some privacy until the flashback ended. "Shh… it's alright, you're okay." He pushed the door to the lounge open, whispering a curse as John's body gave a horrible lurch and a gut-wrenching scream of pain escaped him.
"PLEASE! STOP! IT HURTS!" He could feel the men stretching him out, the pain almost unbearable. "NO!" He cried, as Principal Anderson, laid him on the small couch and covered him with a blanket. "STOP! PLEASE!"
Mrs. Hernandez watched for a moment as John's body writhed on the couch, recognizing the pain that he'd felt. "Johnathan…" She knelt beside the sofa, looking into his terror-filled eyes as she brushed his hair away from his face. "Cálmese…" She soothed, trying to ignore the scars covering John's body as they shone in the light with the water and sweat on his skin. "Estas bien…" She smiled as he started to come out of it, able to see the change in those dark eyes. "There you go…"