Sean's Story: Chapter 3 - Sex Stories

Sean's Story: Chapter 3

... give us more room as I fell to the ground. When I’d looked around I didn’t see anyone I knew. And nobody rushed to my aid now that I’d been hit. Nobody tried to stop him. I hit the ground hard and grasped at my throbbing face as though the rest of me didn’t hurt. The impact knocked the air out of me and my face hurt like a bitch. I was crying and I didn’t care. “You’re gonna burn in Hell you fucking faggot!” I felt his shoe crash into my stomach. The pain was unbearable. I thought I was done. This was how I was going to die. “Enough!” came a shout. It sounded like the school resource officer. I was saved! Another kick. I grunted this time. He’d hit higher up. Fuck! “I said ‘Enough’!” I heard a ruckus that turned out to be him subduing my attacker. Someone helped me up. My chest felt like it was throbbing and it hurt to breathe. Slowly my white knight helped me to the nurse’s office. We had to stop every couple feet so I could catch myself from falling. Maybe I would still die. The nurse was pretty sure I had broken or bruised a rib, she wasn’t sure which, but couldn’t rule out a concussion since I couldn’t remember if I’d hit my head. The decision was that my mom would come and take me to the hospital since my mom didn’t think an ambulance was necessary. Not that I wanted my mom involved in this shit but arguing was too difficult. While I was waiting the principal came in and asked me what happened. Between breaths and gasps of pain I explained what happened. She sat for a ...

... minute, as if to collect her thoughts, then asked the question that I knew was coming. She just had to ask it. “And are you a… “ she cleared her throat “a homosexual?” “Not that *gasp* it matters but *wince* yes.” There wasn’t much point in lying. It wouldn’t get me anywhere. She pursed her lips. “I see. We’ll look into what happened.” She didn’t exactly look thrilled at having to deal with a bullied gay kid who was being sent to the hospital. Oh, look, an inconvenience. “That’s fine.” I managed “I’ll make *breath* sure to *wince* talk to the *gasp* police.” “Oh, that won’t be necessary. We’ll make sure everything is taken care of.” “You do what *wince* you want. *breath* I’ll do *gasp* what I have to.” I got the distinct impression that she didn’t care about me one bit. Maybe she even agreed with my attacker. I really didn’t care and she left a minute later anyway. Soon my mom got there and took me to the hospital. I had a bruised rib and a black eye but no concussion. I was going to be fine. They gave me some pain meds, a script for more, and told me to rest and take it easy for a couple weeks. We were in the car when my mom finally brought it up. I sat in the middle of the back seat to avoid any shoulder straps that would injure me further. “The school told me you were in a fight. That doesn’t sound like you.” I could see her looking at me in the rear-view mirror. “It wasn’t so much a fight as a massacre.” “Who started it.” I laughed and then winced at the pain. “He started ...