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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
4,660
Reviews:
5
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Chapter Two
Andy shored red his rucksack and walked across the parking lot and out
onto the busy broad street
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Andy shouldered his rucksack and walked across the parking
lot and out onto the busy broad street.
He looked down at the pavement watching his feet in their
black spit shined school shoes, slowly but surly the crowds of dally shoppers thinned
and he was left with only his own footsteps; walking down the little hedgerow road
to his house.
Andy’s head snapped up suddenly as he became aware it was
not just his footsteps he could hear, he turned around and groaned.
“Why’d you fallow me home Olli? You know I don’t keep the
ugly ones”
Olli grimaced “Shut your mouth cock sucker”
Andy ignored the insult, after all you can’t really be offended
by something that’s true and looked behind Olli to the three other boys behind
him; each bigger, dumber and more ready to kick his head in then the last.
“What do you want?” he asked hoping to handle the situation
in a way that saved him from any physical pain.
“I want you to die, you and all scum like you” Olli’s eyes
where filled with self loathing as he swung his fist and smashed it into Andy’s
face; the boy staggered backwards clutching his nose as blood gushed forward
from it.
And that’s when they jumped him.
~’~’~
Oscar walked home kicking a pebble along the pathway, he
wouldn’t have been so late if he had been meeting someone in town; he kicked
the stone hard and watched it sail through the air, it landed by a clump of
bushes on the corner of the road.
He ran forward to kick it again but something stopped him, namely
the pool of blood on the path by the bushes. He knelt down and peered into the
leaves.
“Oh god”
~’~’~’
The ambulance men had been kind, they’d even ignored Oscar’s
bull-shit story about being Andy’s brother and let him come to the hospital in
the ambulance with them. They’d rushed Andy into one of the rooms and a kindly
looking nurse had sat him down on a plastic red chair, given him a cup of coffee
and then a police man had come and asked him lots of questions about Andy and
how Oscar had found him, then he’d gone away and Oscar had got a bag a cheese
and onion crisps and sat there for what seemed like hours as people went past
him.
Oscar couldn’t lose the image of Andy’s bleeding, beaten, unconscious
body being lifted from the bushes.
Every time he closed his eyes that was the only thing he
saw.
“Hay kid” Oscar opened his eyes and looked up into the face
of a harassed looking nurse.
“Is Andy okay?” he asked quickly, the nurse smiled at him
gently.
“His nose is broken as are two of his ribs and his left
wrist” he gently put her hand on his shoulder “He’s pretty cut up but he’s going
to be fine”
Oscar let out the breath he’d been holding and leant back in
the chair, relaxing for the firste. e.
“He’ll need to talk to the police of course” the nurse added
as an after thought “kids just don’t end up beaten in the bushes for no reason”
Oscar nodded then caught sight of the rucksack in her hand.
“that his stuff?” he asked poin.
.
“yes, do you want to take it?” she asked, Oscar nodded. She handed
it to him and went off to a woman with a screaming six year old covered in
spots.
The bag started to ring, Oscar tore it open and tipped the
contence out onto the floor, people looked at him startled but he didn’t care,
he got down on his knees and searched till he found the mobile.
He pressed the green glowing key and held it to his ear “hello”
“your not Andy, where’s Andy!” a distinctly female voice
demanded, Oscar tensed considerably.
“I think you’d better sit down” he began.
End part two.
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Andy shouldered his rucksack and walked across the parking
lot and out onto the busy broad street.
He looked down at the pavement watching his feet in their
black spit shined school shoes, slowly but surly the crowds of dally shoppers thinned
and he was left with only his own footsteps; walking down the little hedgerow road
to his house.
Andy’s head snapped up suddenly as he became aware it was
not just his footsteps he could hear, he turned around and groaned.
“Why’d you fallow me home Olli? You know I don’t keep the
ugly ones”
Olli grimaced “Shut your mouth cock sucker”
Andy ignored the insult, after all you can’t really be offended
by something that’s true and looked behind Olli to the three other boys behind
him; each bigger, dumber and more ready to kick his head in then the last.
“What do you want?” he asked hoping to handle the situation
in a way that saved him from any physical pain.
“I want you to die, you and all scum like you” Olli’s eyes
where filled with self loathing as he swung his fist and smashed it into Andy’s
face; the boy staggered backwards clutching his nose as blood gushed forward
from it.
And that’s when they jumped him.
~’~’~
Oscar walked home kicking a pebble along the pathway, he
wouldn’t have been so late if he had been meeting someone in town; he kicked
the stone hard and watched it sail through the air, it landed by a clump of
bushes on the corner of the road.
He ran forward to kick it again but something stopped him, namely
the pool of blood on the path by the bushes. He knelt down and peered into the
leaves.
“Oh god”
~’~’~’
The ambulance men had been kind, they’d even ignored Oscar’s
bull-shit story about being Andy’s brother and let him come to the hospital in
the ambulance with them. They’d rushed Andy into one of the rooms and a kindly
looking nurse had sat him down on a plastic red chair, given him a cup of coffee
and then a police man had come and asked him lots of questions about Andy and
how Oscar had found him, then he’d gone away and Oscar had got a bag a cheese
and onion crisps and sat there for what seemed like hours as people went past
him.
Oscar couldn’t lose the image of Andy’s bleeding, beaten, unconscious
body being lifted from the bushes.
Every time he closed his eyes that was the only thing he
saw.
“Hay kid” Oscar opened his eyes and looked up into the face
of a harassed looking nurse.
“Is Andy okay?” he asked quickly, the nurse smiled at him
gently.
“His nose is broken as are two of his ribs and his left
wrist” he gently put her hand on his shoulder “He’s pretty cut up but he’s going
to be fine”
Oscar let out the breath he’d been holding and leant back in
the chair, relaxing for the firste. e.
“He’ll need to talk to the police of course” the nurse added
as an after thought “kids just don’t end up beaten in the bushes for no reason”
Oscar nodded then caught sight of the rucksack in her hand.
“that his stuff?” he asked poin.
.
“yes, do you want to take it?” she asked, Oscar nodded. She handed
it to him and went off to a woman with a screaming six year old covered in
spots.
The bag started to ring, Oscar tore it open and tipped the
contence out onto the floor, people looked at him startled but he didn’t care,
he got down on his knees and searched till he found the mobile.
He pressed the green glowing key and held it to his ear “hello”
“your not Andy, where’s Andy!” a distinctly female voice
demanded, Oscar tensed considerably.
“I think you’d better sit down” he began.
End part two.