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It had been a week since Sonny had moved to Salem High, and he was making it his personal obligation to make my life hell. I'd been scared to go to school for the past three days, but I was glad today was Friday at least.

"Hey faggot!" I heard him call out as I opened my locker. I tried to keep my head down and ignore him.

I flinched when I felt a strong hand on my shoulder. I quickly turned around, cowering under him. He was a good two inches taller than me.

Those eyes... I'd come to hate them.

He grabbed me by my throat and slammed me against the locker next to mine. "When I call your name, you answer. Am I clear faggot?" His face was inches from mine and his breath smelled of cigarettes. I nodded quickly, my breathing raspy and uneven.

He dropped me almost immediately, and kicked my legs out from under me. I let out a small noise as I hit the ground, and the air was knocked out of me. I pulled myself to my feet. and stared after him as he left. Surprisingly, I didn't feel hate for him... you would think a person would, after what he was putting me through. I just felt sad, and something else. My emotions were all messed up.

I wanted to be away from him. Not just because he always hurt me, it was.

I felt like I might fall for him if he stuck around for too much longer.

That was probably the stupidest thing someone would ever hear. After what he was putting me through, was it normal for me to feel this way about him?

I sighed and pushed the thoughts away. I wouldn't like him. I couldn't.

He was heartless, obviously. But at the same time, I found him to be a sort of enigma. He had no friends, not even followers like most people with his status do. Even the jocks and teachers were scared of him. He was dangerous, to put it simply. Every time I passed him in the hall, he was standing by himself, or beating some defenseless nerd.

My best bet was to just avoid him altogether, and I usually did a good job at it. He'd only caught me once that day. I was actually kind of happy as I walked out of the school, and cut through the ghetto part of town. My left leg was aching from where I'd landed on it wrong that morning, and even though it was more dangerous, this was the shortest route home.

I let out a small yelp of surprise when I was suddenly snatched into an alley.

Three large, well built guys surrounded me, and one held a gun. "What are you doing all the way out in this part of town kid?" One of them laughed arrogantly.

"I'm just...trying to go home..." I murmured quietly, my heart pounding so fast I thought it'd burst out of my chest any second now.

"Nice try. What've you got in the bag?" One of them grabbed my bookbag and poured out the contents onto the ground.

One of them stole what little money I had with me, while the others held me back. I wasn't struggling, I just hoped they'd let me out of the alley so I could get home...

"Please just let me go..." I sighed softly.

One of them hit me across the face, and I bit back a yell.

"What do you guys say we have a li'l fun with the kid?" The guy who had been stealing my money laughed bitterly, before tossing my bookbag into a Dumpster. At the moment, the only thing I could think of was how glad I was that I didn't have any textbooks in it. One of them grabbed my arms, and the other grabbed my feet. The first walked up to me, and hit me once, hard in the stomach. I let out a low moan, and doubled over, but wasn't able to retaliate. He laughed and slugged me in the face, and I fell over, blood clouding my vision. The other two started in on me, and all I could do was lay there helplessly.

I was nearly unconscious when I heard a familiar voice. "Back off!" I couldn't quite tell who's it was, but at that moment I didn't really care.

"What if we don't?" One of them scoffed. "Look, the little fag's boyfriend came to save him."

"I'm not gay, thank you." I could hear a slight sneer in the voice, and then as it went on, the guys seemed to be laughing. I couldn't see anything, I was still laying on the ground in agony. This was worse than Sonny had ever done.

Then I realized.

Sonny!

My eyes opened just as he threw a blow at the first guy, and the other two came running at him. One of them pulled out his gun, and the other lunged to grab Sonny's hands. He jumped out of the way, and seemed to flip over them. He made it behind the man with the gun before the other two even had time to react. He knocked the man's legs out from under him, and the gun went flying.

The other thugs fought to regain the gun, but it seemed like child's play for Sonny. He dove for the gun, and successfully grabbed it, before leaping to his feet.

"I suggest all three of you get out of here. Now. Unless, that is, you want your brains blown out." He snarled. "And if you ever, ever touch this kid again, I'll find you and slit your throats, then drop you in the lake outside of town. Try me."

The three thugs seemed shocked, but turned away and started to run.

"Wait." Sonny lowered the gun. "Give me the money back."

It didn't take him but once to give his order, and in a moment, the three dollars was in his hand.

"Now get the hell out of here!" He yelled.

When they were gone, he turned to the Dumpster my bookbag was in and dragged it out, gagging at the smell. He dropped it beside me, and then turned his back. "If you tell anyone at school about this, I'll slit your throat too." And with that, he was gone.

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