How could I have been so stupid? He is always coming into this bathroom to get out of class early. I slowly turn the water off and make sure my face is blank. I turn around. He steps back.

"It's Callum Cove," I say, lacing my voice with sass, looking him right in the eyes

"Talking back is only going to make this worse," He says, lifting his arm up to wrap his hand around my throat.

I can feel him playing with the amount of air I receive. He is looking into my eyes with a sadistic smirk. I look down, trying to focus on my breath.

"Look at me little fag," He spits, annoyance laced in his voice.

I feel his grip tighten. I look up, trying not to cry. I hate this. I hate my life. I wish I can end it, but I have to live for Aria. I hate this. I hate- Suddenly I can't breathe. It hurts. I look into his eyes.

"You are so disgusting. I bet if I told you I would screw you, then you would turn and bend over." He says, looking at me with disgust.

I feel like I am going to black out. He pulls me away from the sink and throws me onto the floor. I feel the first kick hit me with so much force I slide across the floor and hit the wall. He walks over and just keeps going. I think I felt a punch at some point, but all the pain feels the same. It just hurts. I curl up into a ball and just let him keep going. I can feel my hoodie sticking to my chest from all the blood. I felt when he kicked my right arm and I was positively sure it broke something. He makes sure my face doesn't get hurt, so it doesn't rise suspicion. He might be a bully, but he isn't completely stupid like the ones in movies. I can't make a sound or it will just get worse. I can feel the tears welling up in my eyes. He must have noticed I wasn't paying attention because I didn't realize the onslaught of attacks stopped until he grabbed my hair, making me look up at him.

"Aww look at that, does cunt whose want to cry," he mocks

I try to hold them back, but I can't. I close my eyes. I feel tears falling down my face. There is something I have never done, and that is crying in front of him. He has never said anything to this extent before, so I never have had a reason too. It just all feels like too much to deal with. I feel his grip loosen from my hair a bit.

"You should just go kill yourself. No one loves you or cares for you. That guy you hangout with, uh, what is that fags name, oh ye-" He says before getting cut off.

I grab his shirt and yank him closer to me so we are only a breath apart and look him in his eyes with the fiercest look I can muster up.

"Don't you ever so much as fix your mouth to say Liam's name, you pompous dimwit," I say with my voice laced with venom.

I shove him back and he lands on his butt a few feet from me, looking dumbfounded at what just happens. I stand up quickly and grab my backpack from the floor. I didn't even realize it fell off. I speed walk out of the bathroom before he can recover. I stumble back when I exit the bathroom. Me and Liam bump into each other.

"What are you doing here?" I whisper, looking down.

"You were taking too long, and I got worried." He says with the concern clear in his voice.

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I wipe the tears that still made my face feel wet. A bang come from the bathroom which made me jump. He is going to hurt me again, or worse, Liam. We need to move, but my feet won't move. I am weak and a coward. Jack was right. I shut my eyes as tight as I would.

I didn't have to look up to see that Liam wants to know what happened.

The bathroom door swings open, and I hear Jack stop. I feel his eyes burning into the inside of my head. Liam is going to find out. Jack is going to make a fag comment. Please, do anything but this. I heard the swing coming right towards my face, but I didn't feel the impact. I look up and see Liam holding Jack's fist in his hand. It looked like he stopped the punch. I can feel the icy anger radiating off of Liam.

He walks over to me, grabs my hand, and drags me down the hallway.

"THIS ISN'T OVER! YOU CAN'T RUN FROM ME," I hear Jack yell from the bathroom door.

Liam continues to drag me down the hallway without a word. I just keep my head down as he leads me along. My body is screaming at me to stop moving, but I let Liam keep leading me. We make a few turns and we stop. The bell rings, signaling the end of the first class. I look up long enough to realize it is the nurse's office. I felt the fear run down my spin. No. I can't be here. Before I can say anything, he opens the door and pulls me inside. He locks the door behind us. I look inside and I relax a bit. She isn't there. I see her desk on the side with her sign saying she won't be back for a while. Supplies pickup. He continues to keep dragging me along and makes me sit on the bed. He walks to another part of the room.

"This isn't necessary Li" I say look at my feet.

He doesn't say anything, so I look up and see that he is looking at me with so much concern that it hurts my heart to think I am the reason for it. He grabs some supplies and walks back to me. He places the supplies beside me and walks in front of me. He moves his hand to go lift my hoodie up.

"Stop! " I yell, slapping his hand away.

I can feel the flashbacks about to start. I can't deal with this. I just need my razer. I need to get out of here. Before I know it, my hoodie is lifted and I hear him make a noise in the back of his throat. I try to grab his hand to pull my hoodie down, but he stops me with his other hand.

"Just stop please," I pled, looking away from him

"Why didn't you tell me? Why does he do this?" He ask letting go of my hand and moving his hand to my chin, moving my face to look at him.

I feel my heart stop. No. He can never find out. He will hate me, too. I can't lose him. I- No- I feel tears come down my face. I started hiccupping.

"Hey Hey Hey it's going to be alright. I will always be by your side. You can't get rid of me even if you tried." He said, trying to lighten the mood to make me feel better. He lets go of my chin to wipe a tear from falling. He lets go of my hoodie and cups both of my cheeks and tries to calm me down. I end up crying harder.

I try to push him away, but he won't let me go. I try shoving and pushing and kicking. Whatever I can do to stop this moment from happening. He ends up pinning me to the bed to get me to stop.

"Y-Y-You w-will-l lea-ave m-me," I hiccup

"I would never! I promise," he says, giving me a serious look. "Cross my heart and hope to die"

I feel like slapping him for that comment. If he died, I would too. Just thinking about it brought me to a dark place. I try to start controlling my breathing, but it isn't working. He moves my hand into his heart.

"Look and me and take it slow," he says with a look that is supposed to be relaxed, I'm guessing.

If I hadn't breathed so hard, I would have started laughing in his face for that. He is balancing with one arm by my head and his legs keeping mine down. He couldn’t look sillier. After a few minutes, my breathing slows. I looked him in the eyes the whole time. He continues to hold my hand to his heart. He doesn't say anything and gives me time to get my thoughts together. I have dreaded this moment for so long. I have kept it buried deep inside me to never let come out to him. I just have to have faith he will not be disgusted with me, or at least not more disgusted than I am. After a long minute, I felt myself start shaking. I close my eyes.

"I... Y-you s-se-e..I'm g-g-g-gay," I stutter out

He drops the hand that was holding my hand to his heart and gets off me. I hear his feet hit the floor. I heard him step back. In that moment, my world shattered.