aimed that way. I jerked my head to the right. He aimed that way too. I laid there, arms trapped under him as he sat on my chest, barely getting any air to begin with, as he peed on my face from only inches away. All I could do was hold what little breath I had in me and keep turning my head from side to side, trying to avoid his urine as much as I could.
When I told him I hated him, it had been an understatement.
I felt the anger inside me swell, and could feel the heat of my boiling blood. My fists were clenched so tightly my knuckles throbbed.
And the pee continued.
I was starting to think that he would pee forever. But before I could find out, the darkness found me.
When it left me, I was alone. I opened my eyes, smelled pee, and suddenly remembered everything that had happened. I was furious with those two, but the feeling wasn’t as strong as it had been earlier. I no longer felt the heat of my blood, no longer felt it pumping through my veins with every beat of my heart, no longer heard the whooshing sound as it rushed past my ears.
I sat up slowly. My face stung from Dominic’s slaps. My ribs ached from his punches and kicks. It didn’t feel like they’d broken any bones, but I wasn’t in top shape.
I crawled over to the corner, every muscle in my body aching, and leaned against the cold wall. I drew my knees up to my chest, leaned my head back, and closed my eyes and cried. Not the tears-running-down-my-face-silently crying either. This was full-on soul-shaking, bone-rattling sobs that made my throat and chest hurt. And I couldn’t stop it once it started.
The worst of the crying was over by the time the rest of the boys came into the locker room to change back into their regular clothes. Tears were still rolling down my cheeks, falling onto my naked legs but the sobs were over.
No one had a locker on this side, so no one had a reason to come back here.
But one boy did.
His name was Jacob. He’d never bullied me, but he wasn’t a friend of mine. In fact, I couldn’t remember a time I’d ever talked to him or him to me.
He walked around to the end of the row of lockers to retrieve a shoe someone had tossed. He picked up the shoe and upon standing, saw me. He froze for one, maybe two seconds, and then went back to his life.
I must’ve been a sight to see. A naked boy, curled up into a ball in the corner, crying, bruised and battered, and covered is someone else’s pee.
I didn’t blame him. I would’ve walked away from me too.
I sat there for a while not thinking of anything. As my anger faded, so did my strength. I was drained. I wanted to sleep, but couldn’t sleep where I was so I got up. Barefoot and wearing only my underwear, I slowly walked around the end of the row of lockers.
The locker room was now empty, but for the heavy smell of sweat and urine and developing testosterone. I looked around the room for my clothes, but didn’t find them. I certainly couldn’t walk around the way I was, so I opened the nearest locker and took out the clothes and shoes. I put them on and left the locker room, holding up the shorts with my hand so they didn’t fall down. I didn’t know whose clothes they were, but the guy must’ve been huge.
No one was in Mr. Laughlin’s office. No one was in the gym. I walked out the side door of the gymnasium and saw that no one was in the parking lot, either. I must’ve sat in that corner much longer than I’d thought.
I walked slowly with a fistful of waistband and my head down, not wanting to go home. I never wanted to go home, but I had nowhere else to go.
Chapter 11
The first thing I noticed when I walked into the house was my mother sitting at the kitchen table drinking a glass of water and eating crackers. It surprised me so much I stopped in my tracks.
She glanced at me quickly, and then looked away.
“Hey, Mom.”
“Hey.”
“What are you doing home?”
“Power’s out at the diner. There’s something wrong with the line. It
When I told him I hated him, it had been an understatement.
I felt the anger inside me swell, and could feel the heat of my boiling blood. My fists were clenched so tightly my knuckles throbbed.
And the pee continued.
I was starting to think that he would pee forever. But before I could find out, the darkness found me.
When it left me, I was alone. I opened my eyes, smelled pee, and suddenly remembered everything that had happened. I was furious with those two, but the feeling wasn’t as strong as it had been earlier. I no longer felt the heat of my blood, no longer felt it pumping through my veins with every beat of my heart, no longer heard the whooshing sound as it rushed past my ears.
I sat up slowly. My face stung from Dominic’s slaps. My ribs ached from his punches and kicks. It didn’t feel like they’d broken any bones, but I wasn’t in top shape.
I crawled over to the corner, every muscle in my body aching, and leaned against the cold wall. I drew my knees up to my chest, leaned my head back, and closed my eyes and cried. Not the tears-running-down-my-face-silently crying either. This was full-on soul-shaking, bone-rattling sobs that made my throat and chest hurt. And I couldn’t stop it once it started.
The worst of the crying was over by the time the rest of the boys came into the locker room to change back into their regular clothes. Tears were still rolling down my cheeks, falling onto my naked legs but the sobs were over.
No one had a locker on this side, so no one had a reason to come back here.
But one boy did.
His name was Jacob. He’d never bullied me, but he wasn’t a friend of mine. In fact, I couldn’t remember a time I’d ever talked to him or him to me.
He walked around to the end of the row of lockers to retrieve a shoe someone had tossed. He picked up the shoe and upon standing, saw me. He froze for one, maybe two seconds, and then went back to his life.
I must’ve been a sight to see. A naked boy, curled up into a ball in the corner, crying, bruised and battered, and covered is someone else’s pee.
I didn’t blame him. I would’ve walked away from me too.
I sat there for a while not thinking of anything. As my anger faded, so did my strength. I was drained. I wanted to sleep, but couldn’t sleep where I was so I got up. Barefoot and wearing only my underwear, I slowly walked around the end of the row of lockers.
The locker room was now empty, but for the heavy smell of sweat and urine and developing testosterone. I looked around the room for my clothes, but didn’t find them. I certainly couldn’t walk around the way I was, so I opened the nearest locker and took out the clothes and shoes. I put them on and left the locker room, holding up the shorts with my hand so they didn’t fall down. I didn’t know whose clothes they were, but the guy must’ve been huge.
No one was in Mr. Laughlin’s office. No one was in the gym. I walked out the side door of the gymnasium and saw that no one was in the parking lot, either. I must’ve sat in that corner much longer than I’d thought.
I walked slowly with a fistful of waistband and my head down, not wanting to go home. I never wanted to go home, but I had nowhere else to go.
Chapter 11
The first thing I noticed when I walked into the house was my mother sitting at the kitchen table drinking a glass of water and eating crackers. It surprised me so much I stopped in my tracks.
She glanced at me quickly, and then looked away.
“Hey, Mom.”
“Hey.”
“What are you doing home?”
“Power’s out at the diner. There’s something wrong with the line. It
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