#kellicfanfic

Hello everyone my name is Alexander. I am Alexander_The_Homo from wattpad and I write a book called ‘The Sex Shop’. It is probably one of worst things I have ever written but eh I love writing it. Anyway I am mostly gonna be using this account for updates and when I’m bored I’ll probably write some one shots and post it on here. I am on tumblr more than wattpad at the moment so I can actually talk to you guys better on here. 

//Kellin//

"Next time, stay out of the way fag," One of the popular people, Mike Fuentes screamed in my face, his three friends, Vic, Tony, and Jaime behind him laughing as my body trembled with fear. I nodded my head as he threw my back against a locker, letting my shirt go. I hurridly got up to run towards the bathroom, already shedding a few tears as my short legs ran down what seemed to be an endless hallway.

When I reached the boys' bathroom, I opened the door and ran in, ignoring the two people that were in the corner discussing what they could do for Mr. Beanley's Science project on rollercoasters. The time I got into the handicapped stall and locked the door, I was in full-on panic mode. Tears were streaming down my cheeks hard and fast, my body shaking as if a hurriane was near me.

Part of me wanted to skip the rest of school and go home, the other part wanted to go find my best friend, Justin, and let him help me. If I went home, I wouldn't have to see the four people I loathe for the rest of the day. If I went to find Justin, I would have to accept another beating at lunch. What to do, what to do.

While I was rendering on it, I heard the bathroom door slowly creak open and a somewhat husky voice whisper, "Kellin?"

My body instantly froze and the crying turned into sobbing. I backed as far away from the stall door as I could and remained quiet. I didn't have a deaeth wish, especially not with what could only be one of the four boys' that has bullied me since I moved here two months ago.

Footsteps echoed my way and dark blue Vans came into sight. I bit my lip, scared. They're right in front of the stall. I'm dead, I'm so dead. Shakily but steadily, I stood up and walked closer to the toilet, making sure not to make a sound. The person on the other end could be staring at my feet or my body through the slits on each side of the door. But, if they were looking at my feet, they would say something.

"Kellin, it's me Tony. I'm not supposed to be talking to you but I just want you to know that I don't want to hurt you. Today, at lunch, I'm supposed to hit you like Mike did this morning." A sob ripped through his throat. "I don't want to, Kellin. Please, please skip lunch today. Please. Do both of us a favor and... and just skip."

With that, Tony left the bathroom and I was left alone for the rest of the class period. The tardy bell rang not shortly after that for third period. I decided to stay in the boys' restroom until lunch when I could make a run for it home. My mum has always been supportive of me with the bullying and the being gay thing, so I know I could talk to her whenever I needed to.

If only she doesn't have another guy home today...

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The lunch bell rang.

I was at the door when it did, watching the kids file out of classrooms and talking about how hungry they were. I opened the door fully and walked out, looking both ways before I made my way towards the back door. It was used for fire drills and emergencys, so there were no camera back this way. I could make it home without any trouble.

My legs were running faster, faster, until my hands wrapped around the giant bar. I pushed on it, the metal door opening and allowing me out in the cool air. It was around December and Christmas was just around the corner. I ran out towards the parking lot, kids getting in their cars getting ready to go McDonalds or some other fattening food place. How people stay so skinny, yet I don't, I'll never know.

I ran towards the sidewalk near the road just a few feet from the school. I was determined to make it towards the road, but before I could, my shirt was pulled from behind and I was falling backwards on the blacktop. I groaned, the impact making me cough. My eyes opened, eyesight blurry for a moment. When everything came into view, I noticed three people standing above me. Mike, Jaime, and Vic. Where was Tony?

"Think you could run from us, faggot? We know Tony told you to skip lunch, which is why he's now in the hospitial with a few broken ribs. It's all because of you." Mike spat, bending down to come face-to-face with me.

I whimpered, trying to move but couldn't. I was hurting so bad. It felt like rocks were being thrown at me, knives getting throw into my chest, and ropes cutting off the flood flow to my limbs. A sob escaped me. "I-I'm sorry."

He rolled his eyes and stood up, clicking his fingers together. When he did, Jaime came up and started kicking me in the side, my ribs probably brusing the skin there as they stabbed into me. I cried loudly, moving my hips up in a manner of pain.

"P-Please stop!" I cried, the pain unbearable. I was still hurt from later today and yesterday when they had beat me. Or, should I say when Mike beat me.

"This is what faggots like what you get!" Jaime screamed, kicking even harder.

Vic didn't say anything, just stood away from all of the caos and violence. When a few minutes, or hours, went by, the shouting of a teacher rang through my ears. Instantly, Jaime stopped as moved away from me. He moved over with Mike, those two moving closer to Vic. The teacher ran down the stairs and pointed at the three.

"You three, detention! Violcence is--"

"A penalty in this school. You will be given punishment for it and if you do it again, there will be a week in the detention facility." Mike mocked, rolling his eyes.

They all walked into the school, Vic turning around to look at me with sad eyes before turning forwards and following his group. That look he gave me... what did it mean? Was he sorry for what happened to me? I would never know. After today, I've had enough. I can't live like this anymore. With this pain and suffering, the endless beatings -- a select few will really miss me when I kill myself tonight.

There's no going back now. I was determined.