Date: Tue, 10 Apr 2012 14:10:57 +0100
From: Charles Wolfe <c.sportswolfe@gmail.com>
Subject: The Ultimate Man Chapter 7
While this chapter is not an erotic one, it has been a while since I have
put up a disclaimer that this is a romantically erotic story. If you have
any issues with but not limited to: sex, cursing, dark scenes (bashing,
attacks, etc.), this is probably not a good story for you. I am trying to
make it as realistic as possible so if there are any situations that I
should take note of in the future please let me know. Thank you.
Also when it pertains to politics and other slightly sensitive issues, I
try to maintain an open mind while covering all bases. I do my best to step
back and look through how they might feel in the situation. If you feel I
am being too biased please let me know on that as well. Enjoy the
story. :)
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After my run in with my sister, I had not been able to get back to
Fullerton to talk with Kyle. Even though we had not seen each other, we
still were trading texts at an astounding rate. You know when your parents
get on your case about the explosion of texts messages you send when you
get a better phone, well Kyle was my new phone. No I am not saying that he
is a toy to play with but the connection that I have with him is feels so
strong.
Over the next two weeks we constantly sent sappy love texts to each
other, the typical "Hey sexy how was your day" or "I miss you, can't wait
to see you again." Every morning it would be a race to send the first good
morning text or in the case of evenings the last good night text. We also
took time to get to know each other further; young crushes, first time we
had sex (when we were horny at night), which celebrity we think is hotter,
etc.
Also during the two weeks I tried to focus on my English project a
bit more. I was surprised to find many sites dedicated to the "top 100" gay
novels or this person's top ten or that person's top twenty. While I was
able to locate all these picks online, when it came to being able to find
them at the local bookstores, they were almost nonexistent. Some store had
limited LGBT sections while others were erotic. Oh and speaking of erotic,
I did manage to stumble upon an erotic stories website called Crafty. I
saved that as alternative for porn.
Practice got a little more relaxed, us practicing hammers and
perfecting our zone tactics. After getting it sprung on us by Fullerton at
the tournament, we wanted to be able to fight fire with fire. We also had a
few more members join the team, a transfer student from CSU Bakersfield
named Adam and a sophomore called Matthew. We dubbed him Matt, to make it
quicker and easier to say. Adam was a bit heavyset, but he carried his
weight well. Being that we don't hold tryouts to play, he was able to join
up. Pike picks the players to compete by those who show up. Matt was a thin
guy, stringy mop style dirty brown blonde hair covering his dark maroon
eyes. I typically was up at the front, working the cup position. Bryan and
Tyler, being some of the taller ones in the team, took the rear to cover
the end zone. It worked well for Bryan, having played quarterback in high
school, to be calling the shots and telling people where to be going and
what players are where.
The end of the second week was when the General was supposed to be
coming home so Ally and I had planned out when we were going to get
him. His plane apparently landed at noon from LAX so she picked me up at
around ten to head over.
*****
The ride over with Ally was kind of awkward, still dealing with her
walking in on Kyle's nude body covering mine. We made small talk the ride
over, completely avoiding the Kyle topic, covering other things like how
our classes are going. There were a few times when we got stuck in traffic
but we managed to make it to airport in 45 minutes. Not too bad for LA
traffic. Taking another half hour to search for a parking spot, we finally
arrived at LAX at 11:20. 40 minutes to kill before dad arrives.
We both make our way through the congestion of people coming and
going, heading into the Tom Bradley Terminal. His plane was coming over
from China, having stopped at Beijing then Hawaii. Looking at the
arrivals/departures board, we saw that his plane was way ahead of schedule,
arriving in the next ten minutes. Ally and I work our way to the arrivals
area and sit down. We are both antsy about seeing the General, our first
time in a year.
The half hour passed by quickly; us noticing when his plane landed,
and then looking for people to start unloading. When we first caught eye of
him, he was limping, evidence of his leg wound. He was in uniform, carrying
only two duffle bags. A few other soldiers accompanied him, their families
shouting out for their husbands or wives. We didn't need to call out, the
General catching us in his eye right when he exited the queue.
Ally pipes up first, making a joke at his disability. "We know you
are old but milking it out with a cane is a bit much don't you think?" Ally
takes one of his bags while I take the other. His beret is under his
injured shoulder, his flakey hair glistening under the lights.
Glaring at Ally, he retorts, "I may be old but I still move like a
lion. Just a very old lion." Hobbling down the corridor we make a quick
line for the exit, trying to get out of the crowds as soon as possible. He
reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a blue placard, "Plus, you scoff
all you want, being old err injured allows for me to get preferred
treatment." He smiles at us as we reach the doors.
Ally leads the way to the car, commenting on the way, "I thought the
Army didn't take preferred treatment." I laugh slightly at the comment.
"Are you kidding, I am going to use this thing for everything that it
is good for." The General laughs. We might be moving at a brisk pace, but
he is able to keep up with us, barely touching the cane to the ground
before moving off again.
We manage to approach the car without any irate drivers honking
angrily at us. Ally unlocks the doors and we place the bags in the
trunk. The General takes the front passenger seat while I take the middle
back seat. "So now that you are back, anything that you are itching to
have?" Ally remarks as she starts to navigate the maze of cars and parking
structures. Eventually she works her way back out to the 405 which has
frozen to a standstill at the typical lunch hour break.
The General looks around the valley, seeing all the signs promoting
video games, food, vacations, and flights. Passing an In-N-Out sign, Ally
notices his eyes remain on the burger. Not even having to take his words
Ally comments to everyone, "In-N-Out it is. I am more of a Habit person
myself but you have always had a thing for animal style fries." Weaving her
way through the traffic, Ally manages to get off at the closest exit and
goes on the hunt for an In-N-Out. It doesn't take us long to locate one
though, our hunger slightly spiking in all of us. Rushing to get in line,
our stomachs rumble at the smell of the greasy fries and meat.
Ally orders for the General while he moves to find a place to
sit. While we wait in line, Ally looks over at me, tossing questions at
me. "So what are you getting Chris?" We both look up at the menu then she
starts her second question before I can answer the first, "Does he know
about Kyle?"
Glancing over at her, "I am getting a double cheeseburger with cheese
fries. Neapolitan shake. And yes, well slightly. He knows that I am seeing
Kyle but he doesn't know details." I look at her, my eyes boring into
hers. "If he asks, yes I have had sex. You don't need to tell him you
walked in on Kyle and I. That can be omitted from your memory if at all
possible."
We move forward slightly as Ally closes her eyes and shakes her
head. "God Chris, if I could I would. I have seen you nude multiple times
but never with another guy. And Kyle of all people. Do you know how awkward
it has been around him? He blushes everything he passes me. I know I am
supposed to get to know my halls but that is way more than I wanted to see
of Kyle." We move up to the register and start ordering. After paying Ally
grins at me, "Nice body though, that guy."
Knowing it will be a while before our food is ready, we move back to
the table that the General had saved. I am still red at the cheeks from
Ally's comment of Kyle's body, which the General takes immediate notice
of. "What were you two talking about?" A sly grin forms over his lips, eyes
shifting between me and Ally.
Ally, being the sister that she is, immediately blurts it
out. "Nothing. Just how I walked in on him waking up next to a guy who I
watch over in my hall." She speaks it a little too loud, some conversations
hushing down at the proclamation.
Immediately growing red, I jump into the bench and shrink down to
avoid the stares of people around us. The General laughs wholeheartedly,
tears starting to form at his eyes. "Oh dear, to see your face Chris, that
is amazing."
"It's not funny dad!" I quietly shout to him, defiant staring at
him. Ally sits down next to me allowing me to return the outing by punching
her in the shoulder. "You deserve that so no whining."
Ally instead breaks out laughing as well, "You should have seen his
face, complete terror when I walked in on him. Best part was Kyle, the guy
he is seeing, tried to cover him but only made it worse by showing me his
entire body. That poor boy has been shy around me ever since."
Hearing our number being called, I take that out and usher Ally to
let me collect the food. Walking past the parents and families around us,
some frown, but most smile. One teen hanging out with his parents starts
clapping, embarrassing his family.
I collect the food and head back to the table, the conversation has
changed now to classes and how Ally is doing. Being a junior, she is taking
more of her major focused classes of Peace and Conflicts. The General is
quizzing her on certain situations but stops once I sit back down. Before I
start digging in, my phone vibrates. Quickly checking it, it is Kyle asking
if the General has landed alright and to say hi. I shoot a quick text back
saying he has and that we are eating.
I look back up to see the General and Ally looking at me, their
mouth's full of food. The look is still on their faces, that "wonder who
that is" look. Quickly moving in to my burger, I avoid having to talk
about it. "So how long are you here for?" I raise the question to the
General in between bites.
Swallowing his food, he pulls out his phone and responds. "Well there
is a military dinner on Thursday that I am going to, I hope you two are
free as well, then I am heading up to Sacramento to check out the house."
Moving into his fries, he starts picking out the most covered ones, the
cheese, onion, and dressing dripping down to other fries.
"Military dinner? What all is going on?" Ally asks. Half of her
burger is missing, having evaporated into thin air.
"Well it is a formal meet and greet. Talking with senators and
congressmen about the war. Fighting for budgeting and all. Typical stuff
that I don't care to be a part of but need to be." The General takes a swig
out of his drink, looking at both of us. "Are you two free Thursday to
accompany your old man to a meet and greet?"
Ally and I both nod our heads. While this might be getting in the way
of Frisbee, I am sure that Pike will understand. It will be the first one I
miss so I am ok with it. The General continues, focusing more on me, "I
know you have a tendency to get heated over the whole Don't Ask, Don't Tell
issue but since that is repealed, think I can have a civilized evening?"
"I'll do my best but no promises. I will defend who I am if it comes
down to it." I state to the General, knowing this might cause a few issues.
"Just try. For me." The General almost pleads with me on this issue.
The rest of lunch was quick; us all nearly finished with our
food. Ally didn't eat all her fries so the General and I fought over who
would get them. Dividing them in half, we finish it off. After washing our
hands, we move to the car and back out to driving. The General said that he
was staying at the Seal Beach Naval Station so we headed down the 405 to
drop him off. After going through the checkpoint it was a quick line to his
housing. We dropped his bags off and then said our goodbyes. Before we
left, he gave Ally and me a hug then told us that the base is where the
gala was going to be held.
*****
Monday was a rollercoaster of a day. It was not that anything big
happened (classes were as to be expected) but with me presenting my English
project on Wednesday I was still trying to find some good novels to talk
about. Practice for Frisbee was relaxed, Pike again reiterating to us that
it is midterm season. While we all had exams, he did try to get us to keep
coming out as, and in his very words, "Frisbee is a great way to relax. You
get fresh air; exercise instead of sitting all day, and to talk with
others." We practiced our pop pass drills and zoning but the last hour was
mostly spent to us playing games.
Our practice was slightly interrupted by the soccer team tossing a
few taunts over at us, primarily focusing on me. Pike and Andrew held back
Bryan and Zach from fighting as the team walked away. That was also a great
way to come out to the new members on the team, Pike telling his gay
friendly speech. Adam and Matt had no problem with it, brushing it off as
if nothing happened.
Wednesday was my big day in English. I was kind of nervous about
presenting the speech to the class but after talking with Mrs. Steiner, any
doubts were quickly squashed. It was a simple 5 minute oral presentation
but it seemed to take about 10. I covered several novels within the LGBT
community that are well known, then brought up that for those who are not
LGBT or know of any LGBT people, it makes it hard for them to hear of any
topics.
The interest was perked when I started talking of the erotic novels,
guys obviously showing interest in the lesbian novels. I will never
understand how straight men can watch two lesbians make out and are turned
on by it but when it comes to two guys making out they get all disgusted. I
brought in my favorite novels, the Rainbow series written by Alex
Sanchez. I talked of how it was interesting to get the whole Point of View
writing, showing the love between the characters from all angles.
I finished up the talk with 30 seconds to spare but got a good
applause from the group. There was one student in the back who while
clapping, locked eyes with me. He had a sweet smile on his face that only
disappeared when I sat down. I looked back at him every so often, him
smiling at me every time. He was cute, wavy black hair reaching over his
ears. He wore a typical Abercrombie and Fitch polo that defined his biceps
to the ridges.
After class was over I worked the Frisbee stall, should anyone want
to show interest in what it has to offer. Pike had wanted someone covering
it during the lunch break as that was the time when most students were out
and about. About halfway through it started getting busy, a campus tour
group passing by here, teams walking by there.
I was surprised when the cute student from my English class came up
to talk with me. "Hey you are in my English class right? I didn't know you
played Frisbee." He sticks out his hand, meeting me half way.
"Yea, I saw you in the back today, do you always sit back there? And
yes I am one of our many Frisbee players." I smile back at him. I attempt
to check him out subtly, moving my eyes down from his hair to his eyes, a
dark blue that envelopes me. His lips move but I didn't hear anything,
being so caught up on him. "What?"
"We haven't officially met, I said my names Michael. I play rugby."
He tosses an egg shaped ball at me. I catch it awkwardly, knocking off some
pens from the table. Michael reaches over to pick up the pens, quickly
allowing me to check out his ass real quick. The jeans he is wearing are a
slim cut, so it shows his firm glutes. Placing the pens back on the table
he continues, "I was wondering, if you don't mind me asking, how do you do
it? I mean, word has been drifting through the sports teams on campus that
you are gay, one of few that are out."
Caught off guard by the question, I stare at him blankly. "Umm, well
our president made it a note from the beginning that the Frisbee team is
very gay friendly. The team has defended me when it came to taunts from the
soccer team. When there was that fight early on in the semester, Pike had
gotten a few other sports societies together to defend the GSA on
campus. There is the backing for the LGBT community; it is just that no one
still wants to come out, for fear of what other teams might think. Or at
least that is my opinion. Why? Are you gay?" I smile at him, trying to make
it as welcoming as possible.
"To be honest, I really haven't given it much though. I have had
feelings for men before but I haven't really acted on them. Women are
alright but I don't feel as strong towards them as I do for men at times."
Michael looks uncomfortable, so I toss him back the ball. He is shocked
that I threw it at him but when he see's my smile, calms back down.
"Well, to be honest, there is not just gay, straight, or bi. I try to
go by Alfred Kinsey's gay scale. Basically it says that we are not put into
three categories but on a line. Some gay men do think that women are hot
and would have sex with them maybe a few times but still are attracted
solely to men. The same goes for straight men; they at times would enjoy an
encounter with gay men but would rather have a female spouse for a
partner." I write it down on a piece of paper, trying to best show it to
him.
He grazes my hand as he takes the paper from me and turns it around,
allowing for him a better look. "Here, have my number. If you want to talk,
I am here. You are always welcome to come to the GSA to get more
information as both gays and straights are there to help." Shrugging my
shoulders I push the paper to him.
Before we can continue any further, a few of his teammates come up
and start talking. "Thinking of switching teams Mike?" A large guy starts
talking to him, while looking to me.
"Nah just talking with Chris, we share English together. I wanted to
hear of how he felt he did on his project." Michael quickly changes
subjects, subtly telling me to change subjects. Taking my cue to move on to
a different subject, I talk with them about rugby and comparing
sports. Before long they all leave me but within five minutes my phone
twitters, notifying me that I have a new message.
Hoping it is Kyle; I reach for it and notice that it is instead
Michael giving me his number as well. His text is short and simple, "Hey
Chris, thanks for the talk. I am glad that you are there for me, I hope I
was not too much of an inconvenience for you." I smile at the phone then
text him back. After shooting Michael a text, I move to Kyle, "Hey I might
be converting another one to our team haha."
The rest of the day was chilled and relaxed. I spent most of it
studying in my room, referring to Zach for a test that I had tomorrow.
*****
Thursday went pretty quick, the test in Biology coming out pretty
easy. I spent the rest of the day prepping for the gala that night. Ally
was supposed to be picking me up around 7 so I had a few hours to prep. As
the night got closer I called Kyle via Skype and asked for his opinion on
which color goes better, a straight black or black mixed with red. "Ok, I
need you to focus on me and not my briefs. Yea it's been a while since we
have hung out but I am working on it. This weekend k?"
On the screen Kyle playfully claws, as if he is trying to get
through. "Fine. I would say red with black. Go red vest with black
jacket. Red and black striped tie. How are things going?"
"Well besides missing you, everything is fine. Frisbee is prepping to
take you down again in a week." Kyle coughs really loudly before I
continue, "Classes are great. I think I did well on my Bio test, thanks to
Zach. Scored on the English presentation."
"Yea about English, who is this rugby dude? You didn't really tell me
much over the texts." Kyle crosses his arms, staring at me intently.
Catching the tone of the question, I move in to defensive mode "Are
you jealous? There is nothing between us; him trying to figure where he
stands on his affection to men and women, me having a huge crush on some
possessive Fullerton student." That calms Kyle down a little as we talk
about Michael a bit more.
Before long, Ally is ringing on my phone. Sad to end the conversation
with Kyle, I tell him I have to leave. "Alright, take care tonight. K?"
Saying this for the first time, it kind of brought butterflies to my
stomach. "I will. You too. I love you."
Kyle's eyes widen a little then moves back in. "I love you too."
I grab my jacket and head out the door, catching Ally as she pulls
into the lot. Before long we head over to the gala, passing through the
checkpoint and explaining our presence.
*****
Before heading over, we pick up the General at his room. He looks
pretty professional, rocking a suit, black tie and square rim glasses. We
move into the car and cross the base to the meeting center where everyone
is mingling. Entering in, the General is automatically assaulted by a
fellow commander of his.
"General Jeremy Jacobs. So glad to see you again. Where is the
uniform?" The big burley man grabs the General and pulls him in for a hug.
"Staff Sergeant Halen, how I have missed you." The General manages to
squeak out. SSG Halen looks to be about 10 years younger than the General,
still sporting a full set of hair. His sunny orange eyes match his hair as
he looks over at Ally and me. "Sadly the uniform was destroyed in the
battle so I was not able to get a replacement before tonight. I can tell
you though that I know I will be hearing about it all night long."
Ally and I break off from the two talking and make our rounds the
room. Ally gets caught up talking to some Staff Sergeant, him making it
very obvious to flirt with her. I bee line it for the food, grabbing cheese
bits, meatballs, and other small delicacies. I meander through the room,
shaking hands with several high profile members of the armed forces, many
of them knowing my dad.
The dinner call came at about nine, saving me from having made any
more small chit chat. It was a decent dinner, steak with potatoes and
vegetables. Nothing too elegant but enough to make sure that the Armed
Forces keeps its face of providing a great food to its service members.
After the dinner was over, some of the members left but the small
chat resumed. I was outside trying to escape it all when I was confronted
by a Lance Corporal. "Hey you are the General's son right?"
Not really wanting to talk with him, I just nodded and looked over
the courtyard. He didn't take the hint as he continued, "What is your name
again, he has been talking about you on and off throughout the night.
Turning to him, I raised my left eyebrow at him. "I'm Chris, but why
was my dad talking about me? He was supposed to be talking military stuff,
stuff that I really don't show much interest in."
The Lance Corporal sticks out his hand and sways, "Hi my Keith." A
whiff of alcohol swirls through my nose, a bit strong for my taste. My
guess is that he has had too many to drink. Keith doesn't let up, talking
about how my father is a hero for talking with the `rag heads' and being
one of few Generals who will go to the camps to actually talk person to
person.
The guy is starting to get on my nerves but I hope that he leaves
soon. What he says next hits my nerve. "So what are your views on Don't Ask
Don't Tell getting repealed? Personally I am against it. I don't think men
should show their affection for each other on the field."
Looking at him incredulously, I try to choose my words carefully. "It
is soo much more than just showing `affection' on the field. What about off
the field? What about not having to lie about who you are?"
"Off the field, well in most states, it's illegal to get married so
affection should be right there too. It is wrong on so many levels to be
gay." The guys spits on the ground to the side of us. He shakes his head in
disgust.
Trying to contain my anger, I calmly state, "I don't feel like having
this conversation with you. I am going in to find my sister."
"What? You can't tell me you agree with the repeal." It is almost as
if he is taunting me into fighting with him. But it worked.
Turning back to him, I tear into him. "Listen you shit! Get your head
into the 21st century. The majority of Americans, which YOU fight for,
support marriage equality. Not just that, I AM gay. Everything you said
right there was rude and disrespectful." My anger has gotten the better of
me, moving my body really close to him.
Reacting in the same manner, he explodes at me, "You better watch who
you are talking to son! I may have to follow the president's orders but I
don't at ALL agree with him. I would be content with restricting how the
gays work in the military and what rights they do and do not have. By
displaying your sexual preference for all to see and hear, that shows
individuality which is not cohesive for working in the armed forces."
Before I can say another word, the General cuts in. "Lance Corporal,
step down." His presence has attracted a few gawkers, wondering what the
commotion is.
Keith looks at me then back at the General. "You're lucky your father
is a General. Otherwise this night would have ended a whole lot differently
for you."
"Is that a threat?" I heatedly ask him. My anger is still high, the
General not doing anything to subdue it.
"Chris, you too: Stand DOWN!" The General glares at me. Keith walks
off, pushing his way through the crowd. "What did I tell you about making a
scene?" His back is to the watchers, me seeing everyone stare. Ally appears
with a younger man at the door.
"You taught me to stand my ground! He started attacking not only gays
in general but me personally. I tried to walk away but he was too much of
an ass to see it!" I cross my arms and look away from the General, avoiding
those Bronze eyes shooting fire at me.
"Look at me. I will back you to the wall, but there are times when
you have to accept that I will not always be here for you. Know what
battles to pick. Christ Chris you are just like you mother, strong willed
and stubborn." The General backs away from me a little, allowing me some
room for air. He is still pissed at me, arms crossed in the fatherly style.
"I am going to head home. Ally could you take me?" I look back at the
General while speaking to Ally at the door. My eyes fight the fire in the
General's eyes, equal flames burning but for different causes.
Ally pipes up quietly, "Yea, are you going to be ok to get back to
your apartment Dad?" Ally's date, an airman, offers to take the General
home.
I work my way past the General and towards Ally. "Get him home Ally."
Ally and I work our way through the crowd and to the car; the entire
walk and journey home no words are spoken. I am still fuming over the
asshole and his comments. Then the General not standing up for me only adds
to the anger.
*****
Before I know it, Ally is dropping me off at the parking lot. "Hey,
he means the best for you." Ally tries to offer words of encouragement as I
open the door.
"He has a weird way of showing it." I mutter to her as I step
out. Closing the door, I let her start to drive off. Turning around I
realize how dark it actually has gotten. It is about 11 at night so I start
to head around the left side of the dining hall, trying to stay in the lit
up areas.
As I walk into the quad though, I see a group of 3 men standing
around the front of my hall. Had I not been fired up, my senses might have
missed or dismissed them. The more center into the quad I get, the more I
begin to see that they are blocking the entrance into the hall. A warning
flag shoots off in my head, so I start to head around to the back of the
building.
The men start to follow me, silently creeping up behind me. I pick up
my pace, hoping to not have to confront them. Problem is though there is a
small group of men at that entrance as well. Too late too, the group at the
back see me. I try to back step towards an emergency phone but am cut off
by the front group.
Putting on the best face I can, "Hey I'm not in the mood to fight
tonight. I would really like to just get to my room." I start to move
towards an open corridor but am quickly cut off by one of the men. Looking
at his face for the first time, I notice that he is wearing a ski
mask. That warning flag turns into a ringing bell as I turn back to the
middle of closing circle.
"What is it you want?" I hiss at the group. The noose is tightening
to the point where I can't escape. Realizing this will be a fight I shift
my stance, hoping to keep as many in my view as possible. "Six on one is
not a fair fight."
"Consider this a first warning if you keep playing sports, fag." One
of the attackers jeers at me. I can almost see smiles on each of their
masked faces.
Normally I don't like to throw the first punch but given the
situation, I was already feeling as if my safety was being
compromised. Finding the shortest one, I lash out at him. Moving a quick
jab step to the left, I go to punch him in the gut. His reaction time is
quick but I manage to place the blow.
He crouches over, gasping for air while the others start to move
in. Knowing it is futile to scream for help, I continue my attack. Thank
god for my dad teaching me some fighting skills. I may be pissed at him at
this moment but I am more concerned with surviving the night. Channeling
the rage from earlier in the night, I spin around and lift my foot up into
one of the attackers face. He moves to grab his nose, reassuring me that it
hit.
Before long though, I am overwhelmed by the other four guys. My
balance on the one foot is knocked over as one of the men kicks the leg
in. One of the other guys moves in to punch me right across the jaw. The
stars shine bright for me, feeling the ground slam against my body.
I try to get back up but am kicked in the chest multiple times,
ensuring my submissiveness. Grabbing out at one of the attackers legs, I
try to pull him off his stance but instead have his other foot slam down on
my arm. Pain shoots through my brain as I hear a crack. Not wanting to
release my grip, I pull some hair from his leg, only to receive another
stomp on the arm.
Curling up into the fetal position, I try my best to protect my vital
organs. A few blows fly onto my head as I wrap my arms over them. The
throbbing from my arm makes it hard to do though as more blows fly onto my
chest. Nerves explode like bombs, sending millions of reports to my brain
of injury. Feet being kicked, ribs under pressure, arm critical.
"What the fuck are you doing?!" A voice rings out over the quad. "Get
away from him!"
The beatings slow down as the voice grows louder. Soon more voices
join. "Leave him alone!" I hear feet running towards me as others run
away. Trying to look at who is coming, I only see a shadow so I curl back
up. The pain blistering my brain is starting to make me lose
consciousness. I realize it too and try to fight to stay awake but the
curtain is falling. Only able to croak out "Help", I start to seize.
Two familiar voices appear out in the distance, "That's right, run
away! Assholes! Someone call 911!"
I look up to see Kyle standing over me, but it isn't his voice
speaking. It is a mixture of Bryan, Zach and someone else. Trying to place
my finger on it only furthers the onset of unconsciousness, me digging into
my mind for whose voice it belongs to. Before long, I am lost in my own
mind, everything around me black.
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