Sad Chapter. I'm sorry

I'd been by Sonny's side for about an hour or so now, and outside, the sky was beginning to darken. He'd been unconscious, but now I could see him starting to move around.

His eyes flicked open, and he let out a sigh.

"You're awake." I said.

His gaze fixed itself on me, and his lips curved into their bitter smile. "Yep."

"Sonny... you saved those kids." I bit my thumb, and his laugh surprised me.

"Surprise, surprise, I'm not just a heartless criminal." He looked away for a moment, then his eyes locked with mine, and I felt my stomach turn in anxiety.

"I.. didn't mean it like that..." I frowned.

"So. I assume your Uncle told you what happened?" he asked.

"Yeah.." I looked at my feet.

He let out a sigh. "I.." he trailed off, and shook his head.

I looked at him, and put a hand on his arm. "Sonny. It's fine okay? It's in the past."

He pulled away, and I quickly removed my hand. "I understand if you hate me. You have reason to."

"I don't hate you..." I struggled to find the words to say.

"Like I said, it's in the past, and I know you feel bad about it.

He sighed quietly. "I'm sorry."

I knew those were words not frequently used by him. My lips curled into a slight smile, and he looked at me. "Look. I'll stay off your back at school from now on, 'kay?"

I nodded, slightly shocked, and he smiled and held out his hand. I shook it, and this time he was the one holding on for a moment too long. I didn't want to pull away, so we just sat there, holding each others' hand, until he finally let go. After a few moments of dead silence, I felt like it was time to tell him. He deserved to know, and I trusted him not to judge me. "Sonny... can I.. can I tell you something?" I murmured quietly, half hoping he wouldn't hear.

Of course he did, and he answered. "Of course."

I gathered my courage, and blurted out. "I'm gay."

He stared at me for a second with a concentrated frown on his face. "Excuse me?"

"I-I'm gay." I looked at my hands and bit the inside of my cheek. My heart was pounding rapidly, and my head spun as I waited for his response.

He let out a string of curse words I didn't think I'd ever heard in my life, and looked at me. "Get out."

I flinched, and without hesitation, stood up and walked out of the room.

I wished I had a phone to call Eric with; I didn't want to walk all the way home from the hospital. As I walked down the street, I sensed someone following me, and turned around. I didn't see anyone at first glance, but looking into the shadows, there stood a hooded man.

I recognized one of the thugs who'd jumped me just last Friday when the hood was removed from his head. "So, your little boyfriend decided to play hero last Friday huh? This time he's not around to save you though." He started advancing on me, and I turned around and began to run.

Before I could get away, I felt a sharp pain in my side and collapsed.

When I looked down, a knife was embedded deep into my skin. Today's just not my day... I pulled it out, cursing at the pain, and held it out towards him as my own blood dripped onto my clothes. "Stay back!"

He chuckled. "I'm terrified." He raised up his hands in mock defeat. "You've got me now!"

I looked down at my side to see how much blood I'd lost, and wasn't surprised to see a dark puddle forming around me. I felt shaky, and I was becoming sleepier every minute. The man knelt beside me, took the knife from my hand and dragged me into an alley. I was only half conscious, and when he took the knife and shoved it into my stomach, I decided it'd be best to let sleep take over.

Everything went black, and I was glad for the emotional and the physical pain to be gone.

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