Firstly, thanks to all who've reviewed. I love getting them :D And secondly...
Nope, that's it. I hope you like this next chapter.
"Dude, why can't you just tell her to stop? I hate seeing you like this..." Stan put an arm around his best friend, who was hunched up, his head in his arms. Silence.
"Why can't you tell?" Kyle looked up, his green eyes shining with tears.
"Because I love her" he whispered. "It's never been so hard before... It was just what life was... But now I've told you and every time it happens I just get so stupidly emotional. And now I've gone and got detention for skipping gym and she's gonna be so mad! I wish..." he trailed off.
"What do you wish?"
"Never mind"Stan was adamant.
"You can tell me, I'm your best friend! What did you wish?"A few tears trickled down the smaller boy's face.
"I wish I'd never told you!" Stan was taken aback. He opened his mouth to retaliate, but could neither find the words or the temperament to fit the situation. So instead, he gave Kyle a look of hurt that pierced his very soul, and left him on his own.
CRACK! "Owww..." CRACK! "Aieeee!" CRACK! CRACK! "Nooo... I'm sorry..." CRACK! CRACK! "NOOO!"
Not able to restrain himself any longer, Kyle pushed himself away from the arm of the sofa he'd been leaning on. His mother glared at him.
"Get back in position." she growled. He shook his head, panicked.
"No... Please..." Sheila took a menacing step towards him, and he cowered. "Stan says you can't do this!" he blurted out. His mom froze. She looked shocked, as if she'd expected things to stay the same forever. As if she'd expected to be able to keep on beating her eight-year-old son and for everything to be just dandy. Finally, after a few minutes of piercing silence, she spoke.
"You... Did... What?" she hissed. Kyle backed away nervously, twisting his hands into knots.
"Nothing! I'm sorry!" for a moment Sheila just glared down at her son. Then she raised her fist and brought it down hard on the side of his face. He staggered back, lights flashing in his vision field.
"Over the sofa" she commanded.
Kyle complied, and braced himself for the beating of a lifetime.
Kyle
He called me at least half a dozen times that night, leaving desperate messages, saying he was sorry. He wanted to be friends again. He wanted me to come over to stay for the night. I wanted it too. I so wanted to escape from the confinements of my bedroom, but the bruising around my eye was enough to deter me from ever seeing him again. I didn't want Stan to tell anyone. I didn't need him.
I don't need anybody...
Sorry for the short chapter. I'm going out with some friends and after that I'll be busy cooking, shopping, cleaning and all that for a while.
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