Date: Fri, 1 Jan 2010 17:05:32 -0800 (PST)
From: Wyatt Young <wyatt_04_04@yahoo.com>
Subject: Those Days Chapter One

Hi everyone, this story mostly centerfolds around Mitchell (Mitch) Mitchium
and Chance Stevens and their journey through life and how they helped each
other.

Reader digression advised: story may contain consensual sexual acts between
two guys.  If you find this kind of material not for you, then turn back
now!!!

Chapter One

Mitch's view point

	I never had been popular during high school.  I had no Idea what it
was like to have any friends. I sat there day after day on he front steps
of school hoping and praying that lunch would go by and no one would see me
there sitting on the front steps of the school.

	I looked down at my watch.  It read 11:25, five minutes and lunch
would be over and I could go inside get my things out of my locker and go
to class.  I couldn't wait.  Class was the only place I felt safe during my
high school years.

	Normally I went to the library and spent all of my lunch time there
with Mrs. Fretwell and here grandson Brad who seemed to always be in there
visiting her, but not today.  Mrs. Fretwell had some kind of meeting to go
to at one of the other schools so she was not there.

	The person that was there was Ms. Parker.  She was young, not much
older than some of the students.  She had graduated a few years earlier and
was the cheer captain for years.  So of course seeing how the populars felt
about me I didn't bother going in there because she used to be one of them
and probably still was.

	I lay there in the steps looking up at the baby blue sky watching
the clouds go by.  It was relaxing for the moment and was pretty much what
I did all day during lunch each and every day.

	I felt something hit me hard on my chest, and then heard someone
run over to me.  I snapped out of my daze into the clouds and saw a large
shadow looming over me.  It wasn't until the person stepped right into my
stomach and I gasp for air that I realized who it was.

	It was Bryce Nelms.  He was the quarter back for the football team
and by far the most popular guy in school.  All the other guys obediently
followed him and did as he said and all of the girls thought that he was
just so hot.

	Me however, I hated this guy.  There really weren't that many
people that I hated.  It took a lot to hate someone and this guy had done
it for me.  He hated me very badly and had done so since I was in the
seventh grade and he was in eighth grade.  Here we were a year later and
nothing had changed.

	I saw him look down at my and glare at me.  I looked back at him
and returned the same cold icy glare.  I was just so sick of this guy and
was no longer going to take this shit from him.  I was sick of it and I
just felt a surge of energy flow through my body,

	"Leave me the hell alone you douche bag."  I muttered under my
breath.

	By this time Bryce had retrieved the ball and was holding it in his
hand.

	"What did you say to me faggot?" Bryce asked in a harsh tone.

	Every since seventh grade had started he had started calling me
that.  He was convinced that I was gay, and well I was not.  He said that
in the locker rooms during PE that I had been looking at him and stroking
my cock in the showers.

	That was a lie.  I had never done any such of a thing.

	He even took the liberty of spreading it all around school not only
that I was in the shower jacking off to him, but that I reached over tried
to grab his cock and jack him off too.  For months no one would bother
talking to me and when they would talk to me it would be something along
the lines of "Fag" "Cock Sucker" "Butt monkey"

	The bell rang signaling that lunch was over.  I stood up and began
to walk down the steps.  Bryce grabbed me by the shirt and threw me to the
ground in the corner on the other side of the steps where the new addition
of the building met with the old.

	He kicked me in the stomach.

	No one can see me over here I thought in my head.

	The door had been closed for the past few weeks because they were
remodeling that side of the hallway and didn't want anyone coming in and
out of it getting in their way.

	"I'm going to teach you not to talk back to me cock sucker and show
you who is on the top of the totem pole here at this school."  He said as
he got on his knees and punched me in the face.

	This hurt.  I could hear it break as his fist struck my face.  The
sound of my jaw bone shattering was horrendous.

	I cried out in pain.

	Bryce may have been in the ninth grade but he was much bigger than
the rest of them.  He had probably been working out since he was eight.  He
was much taller than all the other ninth graders and stood about five foot
eleven.  His feet were huge probably a size twelve or thirteen.  His arms
looked like he had melons tucked under his shirt where his biceps should
be.

	I honestly don't see why all of the girls thought he was hot.  He
looked like a cartoon character with his square jaw and broad shoulders.

	I felt the next blow go to my mouth.  Blood started pouring out all
over my face and running down my cheeks.

	"I'm tired of your faggity ass always checking me out every time I
walk by you."  Bryce shouted as I saw his size 12 shoe coming at my nose.

	That hurt so bad.  All I could hear was the sound of his shoe
hitting the bridge of my nose and then the sound of my nose breaking.  Then
I saw more blood rushing out of my face and running down onto the ground
below me.

	Bryce looked down at me as he brushed a strand of his red hair out
of his face.  His face was red with anger as he looked down at me.

	I lay there helpless knowing that if I didn't muster up enough
strength to get up off that ground that he would probably end up killing
me.

	Everyone had gone to class by now, the second bell had rang and
class had started for that period.

	I put my hands on the ground and began to push myself up off the
ground.  I stood up and pain radiated through my body.  I lunged at him.  I
was not going down with out a fight.  My strength was no match for his.  I
should have known this but I was sick of his crap day in and day out.

	He stood back and looked me over; looking at his art work he had
created on my once ashen face which was now covered in blood.

	Bryce got this extremely sinister look on his face, stepped back
and looked me over.  I didn't see it coming, until I felt it.  He raised
his foot up and brought it down hard against my knee.  I could feel my
entire leg bend forward, far more forward than anyone's leg should bend.

	He grabbed my by my hair and began to bang my head on the dirt
ground below.  A few more inches to the left and my head would have been
banged on the cement sidewalk and I would have been a goner for sure.  No
doubt about it.

	Bryce stood up and began angrily beating me in the stomach.  I gasp
for breath every time one of his blows landed on me.  I was taking slow
shallow breaths now because it was so hard for me to breath.  At this point
I could feel my eyes getting ready.  They were probably going to close and
I was never going to wake up.

	"I'll give you something you like faggot before I finish you off!"
Bryce shouted.

	I looked up and saw his had moving towards his zipper.  He reached
in and I saw what he was going to do.  He pulled his cock out, squatted
over me and touched it to my lips.

	All I could think was damn, you'd think the way this guy carries
himself around that he would be bigger than that down there.  I had him
beat by several inches.

	I could feel his cock getting harder and harder as it touched my
lips.  Maybe he was the one that was gay and was scared so he always picked
on me.  Why else would he be getting so hard from having his penis touched
by another guy's lips?

	"Suck it!  Open your mouth and take it like the fag you are!"

	I kept my lips sealed tightly.  I don't want that thing anywhere
near me.

	"Please no," I pleaded between gasp for air.

	This is when he saw the resistance and saw that I was not going to
obey him.  He reached into his pocket and pulled something out.  I could
see the blade of the silver blade glimmer in the warm spring sun as he
flipped the knife open.

	He held the knife to my throat and his green eyes looked deep into
my brown eyes.  I could see all the rage that was built up inside of him.

	What could cause someone to have so much hatred built up inside, I
wondered in my head.

	"Suck my cock before I slit your little faggot throat!"He demanded
as he softly slid the knife blade against my throat.

	After the beating I had received I knew this was no guy to be
messed with.  I obediently opened my mouth.  The tears began to flow down
my face.  They burned so bad as they mixed with the wounds on my face.

	I felt it as he shoved his cock deep into my mouth.  It hurt so bad
as I felt it rammed down my throat.  The tears were getting heavier.  I
closed my eyes and imagined myself somewhere and let him do his business in
my mouth and sat there on me.

	I don't think I could have even gotten up from the ground even if
he wasn't on top of me.  My body was in so much pain.  I just wanted to lay
there and die.

	I opened my eyes to look around once more before I went to rest.
The last thing I remember is a two by four making impact on the back of
Bryce's head.  He fell forward onto me and I closed my eyes once more.



Chances viewpoint:



	I knew something was wrong when Mitch my lab partner for that days
lab didn't show up in class.  This dude was never late for class.  He was
always the first person in class.  He really wasn't as smart as everyone
thought he was.  He was an average A and B student who looked extremely
intelligent and was extremely shy.  He spent his lunches alone sitting on
the steps of the school.

	As a matter of fact that was the last place that I had seen him was
sitting there, well lying actually looking up at the sky.  Probably wishing
that he was some place other than here.

	I just had this feeling that something was wrong.  We had always
worked together as lab partners since the beginning of the year.  He was so
shy that he hated asking someone to be his lab partner and was scared of
the word no.  So I had told him that we could be lab partners for the rest
of the year if he wanted.

	His face had gleamed with joy as he said that.  I had never once
seen him smile and we had been going to school since kindergarten.  We were
never had any of the same teachers in elementary school, never had any
classes together until this year.  We had eighth grade science and eight
grade math together.

	When I asked him about his family one day in class, he kinda
strayed from the subject not wanting to talk about his family.  Almost as
if he was hiding something about them.

	One of the windows to the biology lab looked straight across the
campus to the steps where Mitch always sat at.  I kept looking over
thinking I would see him.  No such luck.

	"Mr. Stevens since Mr. Mitchium is not here today you can join one
of the other groups or you can get started and you all can finish up when
he gets back.  By the way does anyone know if he went home?  I could have
sworn that I saw him in the cafeteria at lunch time which was a few minutes
ago."  Mrs. Hines looked around the room waiting for an answer on if anyone
knew Mitch's whereabouts.

	I just stared straight ahead looking at the board as if I were in a
daze.

	"So which one is it going to be Mr. Stevens start the project on
your own or start working with someone else?" She asked me one more.

	"I guess I will--" I cut off in mid sentence.  I had seen something
out of the corner of my eye out the window.  I turned around looked out the
window.  "Oh my God!"

	I jumped out of my seat and raced over to the door opened it and
ran down the hallway.  I didn't stop for nothing.  I ran straight into the
doors pushing them open with my body.  I didn't stop running until I got
over to the steps where I had been looking.

	I had gotten a glimpse of Bryce and saw him down on the ground and
saw Mitch's shoes.  No one else in the school had shoes like that.  They
were a pair of black shoes that you could get at Wal-Mart for around ten
dollars.

	I stood there and saw it.  I saw Mitch's lifeless body lay there.
The ground around him was smeared with blood.  His clothes were torn and
stained with the dirt off the ground.

	All I could see was Bryce moving his cock in and out of Mitch's
mouth.  How could he do this to him?  How could he do this to another human
being?

	I looked around.  I had to stop him.  I couldn't let him do this.
I saw a two by four laying on the ground that was in a neatly stacked pile
that they were using in the hallway.  I picked one up and walked over to
Bryce.  I hit him in the back of the head so hard with the two by four that
my hands hurt from it.  He fell forward and landed on Mitch's lifeless
body.

	By this time I saw Mrs. Hines rubbing across the courtyard from the
building her classroom was in and towards us.  I could not believe this
lady could run like this she was close to sixty and had been at that school
for only God knows how long.  To top that off she was wearing a shirt and
heals it was quite the site to see her running over to us.

	"What happened?" She asked as she saw the two bodies on the ground.

	"I saw them- I saw him- out the window.  He was on him hurting
him."  I cried out trying to hold back the tears.

	What was wrong with me, I wondered.  I never cried but I felt like
I was going to and it was over someone that I barely knew.

	Mrs. Hines walked over to the two boys.  With her foot, she rolled
Bryce's unconscious body off of Mitch.

	By this time several classmates had come out to see what was going
on.  They all had shocked looks on their faces when they saw the two guys
lying there.  Someone that most of them never talked to unless they wanted
something and someone that most of them worshiped.

	Mrs. Hines knelt over and felt of his neck and felt of his pulse.
"Some one call 911 and someone go get Mrs. Mayberry!" She yelled out.

	I saw one of the students Heather run towards the principal's
office.  I saw my friend David pull a cell phone out of his pocket and call
911.

	It didn't take long for Mrs. Mayberry and Heather to come back from
the building with her office.  They both came running over frantically.

	Mrs. Mayberry looked down at Mitch and saw his blood stained
clothes.  She then looked at the students.

	"Everyone back to the classroom please." She commanded.

	No one moved they all stood there looking at what was going on.  I
was knelt down on the ground and had my hand on Mitch's shoulder.  I don't
know what had come over me.  I had no idea why I was acting like this. I
could feel my stomach turning in knots and feel the need to vomit.

	"I said everyone go back to class now." she demanded in a harsher
tone.

	This time they all obediently followed her orders and turned around
and headed towards the math and science building where the classroom they
had all come from was at.

	I looked over and saw that the asshole Bryce was starting to come
to.  He raised up and looked at me and then looked at Mitch.

	All he said was.  "I should have killed him."

	That was it for me.  I let go of Mitch's shoulder and walked over
to Bryce who was sitting up on the opposite side of me.

	I looked down at Bryce.  "What did you say asswipe?"

	Bryce looked at me with a little smirk on his face.  "I should have
finished him off.  I was going to they you had to come to the rescue."

	I reached looked down at Bryce.  Before I knew what I was doing my
fist smashed right into Bryce's left eye.  He was caught off guard by my
punch.  He slowly stood up and was very pissed off.  I doubt anyone had
ever punched him.

	Bryce was a few inches taller than me.  I was five foot seven not a
whole lot shorter than he was.  I worked out somewhat.  My arms were still
kinda small and my one hundred and thirty pound body was no match for him.

	I could feel the rage build up in me.  I could feel the hatred for
what this guy had done build up in me.  You see Bryce and had been somewhat
friends.  We both played on the same football team and had to get along.  I
had even gone to a New Years party he had that year.  We had hung out a
couple of times.

	I reached down and retrieved the two by four from where I had
thrown it on the ground.  I picked it up and held it up high.

	"You come any closer and swear I will bash your brains in.  I hate
you.  You are sick."

	He kept walking closer and closer.  I wanted him to know that I was
serious so I swung the two by four at him.  This time it hit his face.

	He grabbed his nose, pulled his had back and looked at it.  It was
covered in blood.  "You broke my nose!"

	By this time, the paramedics came running around the corner pushing
a stretcher.  They were followed by a couple of cops.

	The cops didn't see me his Bryce thank God.  All they saw was him
lung at me.  I fell to the ground with him on top of me.

	The two cops came running over and immediately grabbed him off me
and threw him to the ground.  They hand cuffed him and lifted him up from
the ground.



	I sat there in the room with Mitch and watch him.  He was still out
of it.  He had been unconscious for almost a week now and still had not
awoken.  No one had been able to get in tough with his mom.  No one knew
the whereabouts of his dad who had disappeared years earlier with his three
brothers leaving him and his mom and sister to fend for themselves.

	I didn't know a whole lot about his family because we never hung
out outside of school and he never liked talking about his family.  He
would always change the subject when it was brought up.  My own sister had
been a few grades ahead of his and said his sister got pregnant he
sophomore year and my sisters senior year, went to have the baby and never
came back to school.

	I still couldn't get over the fact that his mom hadn't even come to
check on her son and he had been there for weeks.  Just lying there on
those breathing machines and heart monitors.

	Other than Mrs. Hines and Mrs. Mayberry no one had been to visit
him the whole week he was there.

	I still remember when he first came to his room from recovery, I
was there waiting.  They wheeled him in on a stretcher and hoisted him into
the bed.  The nurse came in right after that and started talking to me.

	"Are you his brother?" She had asked me.

	"No.  Hems my friend." I had replied.  "Is he going to be ok?  He
has been staying with me and my mom because his mom has been out of town on
business."

	I of course had just lied.  No one had been able to get in touch
with his mother.  She had been called never returned the calls.  They had
even gone by there and she was never there and the house was a mess.

	I just knew that if I said no one could get in touch with his mom
that they by law had to call DHS and report it to them.  I didn't want
that.  I didn't want it for anyone.

	"Well when she arrives then let me know please." the nurse said as
she turned around and headed towards the door.

	"Is he going to be alright?" I asked with a concerned look on my
face.

	"He just had surgery to repair the hole in his lung from his ribs.
He has a broken patella, fluid surrounding his brain, four broken ribs, a
broken nose and jaw bone."The nurse got a real genuine look of concern on
her face.  "Just keep him in your prayers.  Talk to him and let him know
that someone is in the room with him.  He can still hear you."

	"Ok."I told her.

	I pulled my chair closer to his bed and grabbed his had.  I bowed
my head and began to say what was on my heart.

	"Dear heavenly father, I don't even know Mitch that well.  I do
know that he is my friend and I don't want to lose him before I really get
to know him.  Please give him the strength and the will he needs to make it
through this. Amen."

	I felt his had squeeze mine as I let go.  This was a good sign that
he had a chance to live.

	I glanced at the clock on the wall.  It was six thirty.  My mom
usually got off work a little after six and it was about a twenty minute
drive home.  I knew she had to be worried because I was always home before
her and had dinner started.

	It was just the two of us since my sister moved away to college.
My dad had died when I was four so I never really got to know him. He was a
police officer and was shot in the line of duty.  I remember parts of him
but I was so young it was so fuzzy.

	I picked the phone up from next to Mitch's bed.  I dialed my mom's
cell number.  It rang three times before she answered.

	"Hello."

	"Mom?"

	"Where are you Chance?  Are you ok?"

	I could tell that she was getting frantic.  She had caller ID on
her cell phone and knew that I was calling her from the hospital.

	"I am fine mom.  I am at the hospital with my friend Mitch.  He was
hurt really badly today at school and no one is here with him.  I just
wanted to let you know where I was at.  I am going to stay a little while
longer if that's ok.

	She said it was and I hung up the phone.

	My mom and I were pretty close.  We talked about pretty much
everything.  It had been just her and I for the past year.  We weren't rich
but we weren't poor either.  My mom had worked for a local retail chain
called Fawkes which was a department store for years.  She had started out
as a part time cashier and was now the store manager.

	I closed my eyes and the events of the day began to run together in
my head as I dozed off.

Back to the present?

	I sat there on the edge of the bed looking at Mitch.  His face
wasn't as badly bruised as it was when he first came in.  He still just lay
there on his back eyes shut.

	I grabbed his hand and squeezed it.  I could feel him try to
squeeze mine back.  I looked up and saw his eye lids moving trying to open.

	I began to grow very excited.

	Is he finally going to wake up, I thought.

	I could see part of his brown pupil as his right eye slowly opened.
He worked to get the left eye open it was still very swollen.

	He looked around the room.  "Where am I?" He looked up at me.

	"I'm so glad you are awake."

	I didn't know what cam over me.  I had never done anything like
this before.  I just over and kissed him on the lips.  I pulled back.  He
looked up with me with his big brown eyes.



Mitch's point of view

	I had no idea where I was at.  It felt like I had no control over
anything.  I could hear the voices, hear them talking about me and to me.
I just couldn't talk back no matter how I tried.

	One of them I had never heard before.  She was talking about
fractures and a bunch of other stuff that I had no idea what it meant.  The
three others I recognized.  One was a male voice and it seemed to be there
everyday at the same time.  He would stay there the longest.  The other two
I would hear for a few minutes and then they would leave.

	It took me some time to realize who the voices belonged to.  The
two female voices were those of my principal Mrs. Mayberry and by science
teacher Mrs. Hines.  The male voice sounded a lot like my lab partner from
school.

	What he is doing here in my bedroom, I thought over and over to
myself.  Why cant I wake up and talk back.  What is wrong with me?

	I felt like I lay there for years before I slowly felt like I was
in control of my body again.  I could feel someone sitting next to me on my
bed and holding my hand.  I could feel my hand being squeezed.  I tried
with all I had and slowly squeezed the hand back.

       I slowly could feel the muscle in my right eye open.  I opened it
and then closed it back.  Everything was so bright around me.  Where was I?
I opened my left eye and closed it back.  I slowly opened both my eyes and
looked around the room.  I saw Chance my lab partner from school looking
down at me.

       "Where am I?  I hurt so bad last thing I remember the bell rang for
lunch and everything is so fuzzy after that."

       "I'm so glad you are awake."Chance told me.

       He caught me by surprise.  Before I knew it he leaned over from
where he was sitting next to me and brought his lips against mine.  It felt
so good.

       I had never been kissed by anyone before.  I could feel my body
tingling.  It felt good even with the bad pain that I felt at the same
time.

	Chance stared down at me for a couple seconds, and then got up and
ran out of the room.