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*Daylith’s View*

The next morning I woke up to the sound of knocking at the door. I looked at the clock to see it was 6:00a.m. I wondered who it was and when I answered it I was completely surprised to see Marcus standing there. He gave me a funny look and when I looked down I realized I was only wearing my boxers.

“So I heard from my sister you weren’t gonna be in school today.” He said to break the awkward staring. “You sick?”

“Uh, no. Timmy stayed overnight and he wasn’t feeling good so I figured I should stay home with him.”

His exotic hazel eyes looked at me coldly. “Ah, I see.”

“What’s your excuse?” I asked.

“I’m just skipping two periods cause I wanted to talk to you.”

It was strange to hear that he skipped a few classes just to talk to me. ‘Must be important.’ I thought. I invited him inside and we both sat on the couch. “So, what did you wanna talk about?”

“Well… last night my sister was complaining that you forgot about her because of this Timmy kid. Now, I just hate to see my sister get upset. So what I came here to tell you is, if you put that beggar before her there’s gonna be some problems.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. ‘This is what he came here for?’ I thought to myself slightly annoyed.

“So let me get this straight, this is supposed to be some kind of threat right?” I asked.

“You could say that.”

I nodded my head and then said, “Well then you can tell your sister I have no interest in her anymore.” I didn’t want to put up with this every time I forgot to make a phone call. Now that Timmy can accept me on a physical level, she isn’t in the least bit worth it, so I figured I should just end it now.

“What?” He asked surprised.

“You heard me. I don’t want your sister.”

He stood in front of me and leaned over to grasp the back of the couch so we were face to face.

“What are you doing with this kid?” He asked.

“None of your business.” I replied.

He stood back up with a grin on his face and moved closer to the door, “Alright. I see how it is. I guess I’ll be seeing you at school. Oh and.. tell that little bitch of yours I said hi.” Once he said that, he opened the door and walked out.



What he said bothered me a little because I thought we were friends. However, if he’d come here and threaten me and badmouth Timmy at the same time, I obviously thought wrong. I decided to put it all aside since I won’t have to deal with him again until basketball practice, which didn’t start for another week.

I went upstairs and went back to bed when I heard Timmy yawn.

“Sorry, did I wake you?” I asked.

“Kinda.” He replied while sitting up. I heard him wince and then lay back down, so I turned towards him and asked what was wrong.

“Uh, it’s nothing.” He said. “My ribs just hurt a little bit.”

I couldn’t understand why he’d feel pain from his ribs now after all that went on yesterday. “That’s weird. You didn’t complain at all last night.” I said.

I saw his face turn a little red and then he said, “I guess my body numbed the pain out when we were, uh… you know.”

“Oh. Well there’s some ice in the freezer, want me to get you some?” I asked.

“Nah, I just need to move around a bit, it’ll go away.” He said while toughing it out and disappearing into the bathroom to take a shower.

The rest of the day was pretty uneventful. Neither of us said much, and I couldn’t help but wonder why. Timmy just didn’t seem in the mood to talk, and I was a bit worried that he might be regretting last night and finding it awkward to talk to me again. I was tempted to ask him, but I just couldn’t bring myself to because I was scared of what he’d say.

That night we both watched TV, and eventually Timmy started talking more, which eased all of my worrying.

My dad didn’t disturb us much either, he came up once to offer us dinner and then he went to bed. I felt bad that I wasn’t spending much time with him, but I figured he could handle it.

Around 11p.m. we both went to bed with plans to go to school the next day since it was a Friday and Timmy’s wounds weren’t as apparent.



*Timmy’s View*

The next morning I woke up to the sound of the alarm clock frantically ringing in my ears. I saw Daylith’s arm reach out to turn it off and he let out a groan and a curse for having to be up so early again.

I was just about to sit up when a hand harshly landed on my face followed by a drowsy, “wake uppp.”

“Ow you asshole!” I yelled, “I was up, I have ears you idiot, I can hear the alarm clock!”

I rubbed my nose to stop it from hurting, and he apologized in a tone that said he didn’t really care.

I got out of bed to brush my teeth and Daylith followed me into the bathroom a few seconds later and started to take a piss. Through the reflection in the mirror I saw him look at me. “Make me a bowl of cereal.” He said while rustling his messy hair.

I remembered how I told him to give me things to do around here, so I spit out the toothpaste and rinsed my mouth with water before I replied.

“Yeah Yeah, just wait till I get dressed.”

I put on a pair of Daylith’s jeans and a white T-shirt, then went downstairs to make two bowls of frosted flakes.

Daylith came into the kitchen a few minutes later, all cleaned up and dressed.

We both ate the cereal as fast as we could, then ran to our bus-stop.



Once we were at school we separated to follow our schedules. It was during my lunch period; fourth period, that Marcus came over and sat at my table. I was nervous for a minute. ‘What does he want? Did-did Daylith tell him about the other night?’ I thought in panic.

He sat down across from me and said, “I visited Daylith’s house yesterday morning.”

‘He did?’ I thought. I never heard about it. I must’ve been sleeping, but why didn’t Daylith tell me?

“Daylith told me some good things about you, and it made me think. I’ve always judged you like everyone else. Based on what you were wearing and all that shit. So I want to get to know you better, the real Timmy. Not the one that the rumors created. So what do you say? Wanna leave campus while we have a good forty minutes left of the period?"

I didn’t know what to do. Is he being serious? I could picture Daylith telling him good things about me, so maybe he really does want to put everything aside, including the fight, and try to be friends. I decided to go with him, because if I said no that would peg me as a dork right off the bat anyway.

We both showed our school I.D’s to the security guard and he let us leave the building. I followed Marcus past the football field to the hand ball court, which was farthest away from the school.

“So, where are we going?” I asked.

He stopped walking and turned around to face me. “Right here.”

The moment started to feel strange, and I second guessed my decision to follow him. Here I was with my worst enemy behind the hand ball court where there wasn’t a single living soul in sight.

“What’s the matter? You look scared.” He said.

I got defensive and retorted, “Well I’m not, there’s nothing here worth being scared of.”

He grinned and moved closer to me. “Well then let’s get straight to the point, Daylith broke up with my sister and I think it’s because of you.”

Everything started to fall into place. He wasn’t here to become friends with me, I just walked into his fucking trap. Why didn’t Daylith tell me about any of this!?

“Well I had nothing to do with it. I didn’t even know.” I argued.

“Oh I’m sure. So your going to tell me that you haven't told him my sister was a whore even once?”

“I… didn’t” I lied.

He continued to move closer to me until I was backed against the hand-ball wall. He brought his face close to mine and looked me directly in the eyes with his cold piercing gaze. “Say it again.”

“I didn’t call your s-sister a whore.”

“Your lying!” He yelled and punched me in the stomach with all of his strength.

I buckled over, coughing from the impact. I wasn’t in the least bit prepared for such a spontaneous hit, and my face landed on the rough cement when I fell to my knees. Before I could even think I felt him land a kick into my ribs. I could feel the tip of his shoe violently bury itself into the same area where I was injured by the stool. The pain kept me from moving a muscle and my eyes started to sting. ‘Why does this always happen to me?’ I painfully thought to myself.

“What a shame. You should’ve known better then to get involved. Or at least have the common sense to know that I wouldn’t EVER under ANY circumstances want to be your fucking friend!” He yelled while kicking me again in the same spot.

My body was in so much agony, I couldn’t bring myself to say anything in my defense.

He bent down on his knees and rolled me over onto my back. “I want to find out what makes you so special that Daylith would chose you over my sister!”

He started to pull my shirt off and I was too hurt to stop him. After he managed to get my shirt off I felt him fumbling with my jeans and I tried to roll myself over onto my stomach. The attempt was futile because he just pulled me onto my back again and continued to unbutton my pants. He violently pulled off every piece of clothing I had on, until I was left completely naked on the cement. Anger and embarrassment overtook my mind which caused the pain to subside enough so I could sit up.

“Well well well, now I see why. Your sporting quite the body there kid. And look at the size of that dick, if you weren’t such a fucking loser I’d be all over you.”

“Now get up!” He ordered.

I made no move to get up and it made him angry. “I said get the fuck up!” He yelled while punching me in the face. The force of the hit was so fierce that my whole body was sent backwards to the ground.

“Get up!!” he ordered again. This time I started to stand up so I wouldn’t risk getting hit again. My brain already felt like it went through a series of whip lash, and I wasn’t sure how much more I could handle. While I struggled to get up he started to unbuckle his pants. My stomach started to churn and I thought I was going to vomit when I realized what was happening. “What the fuck do you think your doing!?” I yelled.

My knees felt weak as I desperately tried to stand while fighting off nausea and agony. He grabbed both of my arms, and in my weakened state he was able to push me against the wall.

“I’m going to make it so that you’ll never want to be around another guy again!”

I tried to escape his grasp but in my condition he seemed twenty times stronger than me. Not to mention that even if I could break his grasp, I couldn’t run anywhere without my clothes.

“Marcus, come on. Don’t do this. I swear, I didn’t even know he broke up with Katherine. Just, please, not this. Don’t do this.” I couldn’t believe I was reduced to begging, but it felt like my only option at this point. He laughed and responded callously, “I don’t even care. I still owe you for that day you punched me anyway.” He pushed me down so that I was on all fours. I closed my eyes and heard him spit in his hand. I felt one of his arms wrap around my waist while I opened my eyes to see his other arm to the right of me holding his balance. Once he aligned himself with me he pulled back a bit and thrusted forward. I felt him enter me and I let out a whimper from the intense pain. He didn't move for a couple of seconds at first, but then he roughly repeated the motion. I felt his grip around my waist grow tighter and he began to grunt with each push. In one way it felt good but the feel of the cement under me and his rough body plunging into mine replaced it with pain. I cried aloud as he came inside me and when he was done he pulled himself out.

I landed on my stomach in a daze and I could hardly make out what he was saying to me.

“You know kid, you aren’t as bad as people make you out to be. In fact, somehow you just pleasured me more then most women do. Guess that means you’ll be seeing more of me.”

I don’t know how long I laid there, but it felt like an eternity. After awhile I managed to get up and put my clothes back on. I felt like a complete pussy. If my Uncle ever found out… ever found out about anything that’s been happening to me lately, he’d think I was so… God. I am. I’m going to… that’s it can’t take this anymore!!” I thought to myself with tears trying to form in my eyes. I forced myself to stop crying, that way I could at least keep some dignity.

Once my clothes were on, I started to walk to Daylith’s house which was very difficult. Each step caused a jolt of pain to course through my body. But my determination to get as far away from the school as possible kept me going. I managed to get to his house within an hour and I painfully sat on the steps to wait for him to get home.



*Daylith’s View*

I didn’t see Timmy in my ninth period class and I was wondering where he was. Once the day was over I was expecting him to be by the buses but I didn’t see him there either. I didn’t want to wait after school and then find out that he left early or something so I just got on the bus and headed home. Once I got there I saw Timmy sitting on the steps resting against the wall of the house.

“Hey! Timmy! Where were you?”

He turned his face to look at me and the entire side of his face was scraped and once again bruised. I ran over and asked him what was wrong, but he didn’t say anything. His arms and hands were scraped and there were areas where blood seeped through his clothing.

“What the fuck happened?! Did you go back to your uncle’s? Did he hit you?” I asked in panic. This beating was worse then the other one.

His lip started to twitch and his eyebrows creased in anger. “No, this was your fucking fault Daylith!!” He yelled.

I stared at him in shock. ‘How was this my fault?’

“You- You didn’t tell me! You didn’t tell me that Marcus was here yesterday! You didn’t tell me you broke up with Katherine! Because of you he lied to me and I believed him! And now look! I was fucking raped man! He fucking raped me! God! I feel… I feel so fucking disgusting.”

Each word sunk in like a knife. It almost seemed too unreal. I didn’t want to believe it, and yet, here he was sitting in front of me obviously beaten and raped.

The anger surged through me and all I could think of was how to kill Marcus.

I opened the door and helped lift Timmy to his feet to bring him inside. Once he was seated on the couch I cleaned him up and gave him new clothes. I told him that later on when he felt better he could take a shower and he gradually started to calm down.

“My dad should be home soon. You don’t have to tell him what really happened, just say you were in a fight and that I went to go talk to someone.”

“Why? Where are you going?”

“I’m going to get Marcus. But I’m going to play the same way he did.”



*Timmy’s View*

At first I was mad at Daylith; I blamed him for what happened. But after I saw how concerned he was and how angry the whole situation made him, I realized that it wasn’t his fault. I didn’t know what he meant by saying he was going to “play the same way he did.” But I didn’t ask anymore questions and he walked out.



*Daylith’s View*

I remembered where Marcus lived from the walk home a few days ago and I went there. I rang the doorbell and was happy to see that Katherine answered the door. “Go away, my brother’s still at school,” She said while shutting the door again. I put my foot in the way so she couldn’t close it and asked, “Is anyone home besides you?”

“No, why?” She asked while opening the door a bit.

“Can I come in?” I asked.

She stared at me as if she knew what I was thinking. ‘Timmy was right, she’s a fucking whore. She thinks I’m here to fuck her.’

She sat on the couch and said. “My brother said you didn’t have any interest in me. Was he lying?”

I walked in front of her and asked. “What time do your parents come home?”

“Hmm. Don’t worry we’ll have plenty of time, my parents are out of town, they don’t come home until Sunday and my brother won’t be home for another two hours cause he’s in trouble with the principle.”

“Perfect. Let’s go into his room.”

“Why his room?” She asked.

“I don’t know, there’s just something about the idea of fucking someone’s sister in their room that turns me on. What about you?”

“Ohh… so you’re a naughty boy.” She taunted.



Once we were in his room which basically consisted of a bed, a nightstand, a closet, and a shit load of posters with pictures of half naked models, she plopped down onto the bed.

I took off my shirt so she wouldn’t get suspicious and climbed onto the bed with her. As I undressed her she kept trying to kiss me and caress me, it was taking everything I had not to throw up at how cheap she was.

I leaned down so we were face to face, “You know, it’s a shame that your Marcus’s sister, otherwise I wouldn’t have to do this to you.”

She stared at me confused and asked me what I meant. Rather then answer her I lashed out and punched her clear across the face. It wasn’t like me to hit girls, but there was something satisfying by seeing her in pain. She started to cry and tried to get up but I hit her again across the other side of her face. Her head swung with the motion of my fist and she landed back on the bed. I shook her a bit and she didn’t move. She was out cold. I stood up and put my shirt back on and observed what I had done. I looked at her naked form with some blood dripping from her mouth and then the images of Timmy on my steps came to mind.

“No, it’s still not the same.” I went to the opposite side of the bed and pushed her as hard as I could so she violently rolled off the side of the bed and landed against the nightstand.

“That oughta leave some bruises for him to see too.”

I stood in the doorway and felt better that Marcus would come home to a surprise the same way I did, so I shut the door and left.