Authors Note: there is some strong language in this chapter and I'm sorry for some of the words used. I'm basing this off some things that have really happened so that's the only reason its so strong worded.

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I held the guitar tightly in my grip, while walking away from school. class had just ended and i was headed home. "HEY FAGOT!" I heard someone shout. (really hate that word)

I sped up towards the woods. "he's on the run David!" another one of them shouted as i turned into the woods. I could hear the guys running after me, i knew soon enough they would catch me if i didn't find someplace to hide. "We've got him now"

I looked desperately for an escape route or someplace to hide. A boy with blonde hair cut me off "Where ya headed" he asked with a smirk. he wore a Letterman jacket on top of a red t-shirt.

"Good Job David you caught him"

"Shut up and grab him" David snapped as i backed up hoping desperately for someone or something to come out of no where and save me. I felt my arms being grabbed roughly and forced behind my back. I fell face down and they all laughed.

"Now listen here you little Fagot" David whispered harshly into my ear. "Either you leave this school or you stop being the little Gay Prick that you are and leave the school like that"

"But i cant stop going to school" i stated with a cringe as the grips on my wrists got tighter. i let out a small whimper and closed my eyes tight.

"well then just disappear" He spat shoving me down into the ground. I heard some of my guitar strings snap and refused to look up knowing that they where only trying to make me upset or to see me cry.

"were not warning you again" I heard them say before walking off laughing. After i was sure i was sure they were gone, i slowly got up to see my acoustic guitar with all but its middle string snapped. slowly i gathered up my items making sure they wouldn't come back again and finished my trek home.

with a small sigh i found myself at my home. Moms car was parked upfront so that meant she was home and so was Jeremiah (my older brother). I opened the door which let out a small creak. "Caleb is that you?" i heard mom ask.

"ya mom I'm home" i said quickly trying to hide the broken guitar. mom would kill me if she found out she had to get new strings again. I successfully hid it in the back of the closet and found my way into the dimly lit living room. Mom smiled kindly as i came in, sure enough Jeremiah was also in there.

"Honey your face is dirty... where you fighting" she asked getting up and rubbing a spot of dirt off my face.

"no mom i just fell on the way home is all" i said lying. it hurt me to lie to my mother but i felt like she would worry to much.

"Doubt that" Jeremiah said getting up. he was about 6 inches taller than me, he also was in collage on the basketball team. "You probably beat them to a pulp" he said with a small laugh.

"no honestly i didn't get into a fight" i said moving back from mom. I couldn't look either of them in the eye and say that so i glanced at the wall.

Mom knew that i had come out of the closet, i just couldn't bring it to tell my brother or my step dad who was a huge Homophobe. "can i go up to my room and work on my homework?" i asked looking at mom then nervously back to Jeremiah.

"go ahead" she said with a nod. I quickly got out of there and headed up to my room with my book bag. I dumped out all the contents on my bed and flopped down next to it with a heavy sigh. "why cant this just stop... I'm not a monster" i asked rubbing my one wrist that was still slightly sore form one of Davids Goons.