Surviving The Bullet

A Pezberry Story

Author: LoveIsLoveAndBrittanaIsEndGame

Chapter Name: Physical Pain Isn't The Price You Paid

Pairings: Pezberry, Fierce, Klaine, Tike, Karley

Summary For Ch. 2: School Fights and Punishments

Rated: A Little R and Than PG-13

Disclaimer: Don't Own Anything But the Made Up Story and The Made Up Characters!

Author's Note: An update. Enjoy! :)

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...Three Weeks Later

Ryan was waiting in the principal's office. He knows what he did it. But for getting sent to the office... Again, he wasn't sure what was going to happen. He was deffending someone. He was deffending a girl. And he didn't even throw the first punch.

Flashback

Ryan was at his locker when he heard it. A slammed locker. He looked down the hall to see Santana in a bunch. "Damn Jocks." He shut his locker and walked down the hall towards the annoyed Latina, and the idiotic Jocks.

"Come on babe." The mowhaked boy flirted. "Just let me do you in the closet."

The Latina rolled her eyes as she kept ignoring the taller boy. "Back off."

"Come on. All we want to do is get in that tight little skirt of yours." He told her. Lifting up the hem of her skirt to try and reviel more than her spankies.

"Would you pervs just leave me alone." She was tired of hearing those jocks and there pervy jokes. All she wanted some piece and quiet. And they weren't helping at all.

"Don't be like that babe." The mowhake boy said. "Just let me get into your pants." He whispered into her ear.

"I said NO!" She yelled.

The boy slammed his hand on the locker and she couldn't help but flinch at the loud sound.

"HEY!" Ryan had finally made it towards the group of Jocks and the Latina. "She said no. So back off."

The boy chuckled and smirked toward the brunette boy. "Why don't you just go back to where you came from fag!"

"Don't call me that." Ryan got angry. He wanted to punch the smirk of the taller boys face. But he knew if he started another fight, he'd get suspened. If not, expelled.

The mowkaw boy laughed and pushed Ryan into the lockers. "Fag! Why don't you just leave. Or better yet. Why don't you just do us all a favor and kill yourself." He pushed him once again and Ryan had finally lost it.

He had tackled the tall boy to the ground and started punching. The taller boy had gotten in some punches as well. But Ryan had more punches in on the boy. He was pulled off by a teacher. And they both were sent to the principals office.

End of Flashback

Ryan didn't feel guilty at all. He didn't even throw the first punch. The taller boy had. He was deffending someone. Someone who he really cared about. That right there was self defense.

"Ryan. You can go back now." The boy nodded and headed into the office.

"Mr. Berry. Please have a seat."

Ryan sat down quietly. He knew he was going to get punished. But whatever it was. He didn't really care.

"Mr. Berry. You know how we feel about violence in this school." Ryan nodded. "But, Miss Lopez had told the truth of what went down. So i'm giving you a warning. But next time I see you fighting. You will have no choice but to be expelled."

Ryan nodded. "Anything else sir?"

"Yes. You will be having Saturday detention for the next three months." Ryan nodded in understandment. He knew it wasn't suspension. Or being expelled. But it was something. "You'll be starting next week. So go and have fun this weekend."

Ryan got up from the chair and headed to his locker. He got his stuff and started walking home. He didn't have a car. He did have a home. It was a small apartment in the far west of Lima. After his parents kicked him out of the house. He had nowhere, until he found this place. His bedroom was the living room. Had a small bathroom. One small closet. And one small kitchen. His parents had paid for the first three months of the rent. And after that Ryan was on his own. Which wasn't so bad. He didn't mind living on his own. He actually liked it. It was peaceful. Quiet. He liked it. But sometimes he wished he had lived at home. He misses the presence of his two dads. And he misses the way they used to love him. But now. They don't even talk. He wished he could change. But he can't. This is the way he is.

He walked into his bathroom and lifted his shirt up. Reviling the tattoos on his body. On the back of his left shoulder was a date in bold letters. 9-04-75/12-15-10. It was the date of his mother's passing. On his wrist on his right arm was a symbol symbalizing peace and love. On his chest on the left side was a quote from Orson Welles. It had said, We're born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we're not alone.

Ryan had taken a shower and headed straight for bed. He didn't feel like staying up any longer than he usually does. He was tired of everyone calling him a fag. He wasn't like his fathers. He wasn't like them at all. His fathers were conmen. Bad ones too. They weren't good people. Not one bit. His fathers didn't want Ryan to be like them. But Ryan was something else. He didn't follow the rules. He didn't listen to what they had to say either. Ryan had done drugs and drank whenever he could.

But after being shot. Ryan had quiet the drugs and the drinking. And now he was trying to become a better man. He was almost eighteen and he was ready to graduate.

"Ryan. We need to talk to you."

Ryan had just gotten back from school when his fathers had called him into the living room.

"Okay. What is it?"

His fathers looked at each other before looking back at Ryan. "We're kicking you out."

"Why?" Ryan was confused. He had no idea why he was being kicked out.

"Because. We don't want you to live here anymore."

"That's a bunch of bullshit!"

"Ryan." Hiram interupted. "This is for the best. I think you need to understand that we don't want you living here anymore."

"Why the fuck not!" He yelled.

"Because we don't want you here anymore!"

They haven't given him a real reason why they had kicked him out. But his own fathers for no reason are kicking him out. Where was he suppose to go? He had nowhere. Was he homeless now?

"Fine. If that's what you want. Than I'll leave."

Ryan had walked up the stairs and slammed the door shut. He started packing up his things and started saying goodbye to his childhood home forever.

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