(Troy POV)

I was walking along the corridor wearing a hoodie, looking down so Jacob won't be able to see me anymore. I did my best to be as hidden as possible amongst the crowd when suddenly, a pair of hands pulled me to the side all the way into the janitor's room.

I was then shoved on the ground by some guy. I looked to see who it is and it's actually one of Jacob's friends. I think his name is Dominic or something. He looked at me in a sinister way before locking the door.

"What the hell do you want from me?" I asked as tears are about to come out of my eyes.

"You like drugging straight boys, don't you?" He said.

"What? I don't know what you're talking about." I said.

"Jacob told me you spiked his soda with something so that will give you the fucking chance to suck his dick while he's passed out, ain't that right?"

"It was the other way around, you dummy! He fucking raped me. He fucking gave me an ultimatum to come at his house by 9 pm so we could study. Little did I know, he was going to drug me and have sex with me while I was passed out! He reversed the situation and you fell for it." I said.

"Why the hell would he reverse the situation? He's not a fag like you. I have known him for a long time. Why would he want to sleep with you? He can have any girl he likes so what makes you so special?" He asked.

"Well, maybe because he's a closeted homosexual and you're just too blind to see it." I retorted.

"You know what? You're lucky that I am not going to inform the police about what you did to my friend because he told me not to tell anyone but don't you dare think that I am not going to teach you a lesson or two." He said.

"I did not do it. Please! I did not do anything to him. Don't hurt me." I cried.

He removed his belt and God knows what he's about to do with it. I just closed my eyes in anticipation of what's to come.

Later...

"Troy, who fucking did this to you?"  My mom is crying her eyes out while my dad is trying to wear that same stoic and emotionless look on his face but he is failing miserably. I can tell he's fighting back his tears but he just can't. For the first time, he's showing his vulnerability in front of me.

I am sitting on the couch with a swollen and bloody face next to my sobbing mess of a mom. Dominic beat the shit out of me that I can't even open my right eye. There are droplets of blood falling from my nostrils onto the carpet, staining it in red. I feel like I am completely unrecognizable at this point.

"Son, you have to tell us who did this to you." Dad said as he sat next to me.

"Don't bother becoming a father anymore. Isn't this what you wanted to happen? For me to live with the consequences of my choices. Here you go. I faced the consequences, I hope you're happy now. I really do." I said before going upstairs to my room, leaving both of them in awkward silence.

As soon as I went inside my room, I looked in the mirror and it was even worse than what I imagined it would look like. I looked like a disfigured survivor out of the most disastrous car crash of the century. I know this might not be the best time to make jokes but it's true.

I am so pathetic. I didn't even fight back. I just kept on crying and I just let him do what he wanted. I can feel the slight lashes on my back due to him hitting me with the belt. I was limping when I was making my way to the shower. I hiss every time I remove a piece of clothing off me. My pain is like clockwork at this point. Every time I move, there's pain. Every time I take something, there's pain. Every time I bend, there's pain.

At this point, I should be used to pain but why am I still hurting? Why am I still not fucking numb? Why do I still feel like crying? Why? I just want this pain to go away and give me a break.

At least for one day, please! I cannot take it anymore. Nobody deserves this kind of pain. I'd rather die than live like this. This isn't living. I don't know what you call this but you cannot call this living. Nobody in this goddamn world can fucking call this living.

(Ravine POV)

"Ravine, you will be in charge of collecting the papers of everyone, okay?" Ms. Sheila said.

"Yes, Ma'am!" I said as everyone began submitting their homework assignment to me.

The minute I sat down, Gwen whispered something to me.

"Hey! Have you talked to Troy recently?" She asked.

"No, I haven't. Why?"

"He hasn't been going to school for three consecutive days and I am starting to get really worried." She said.

"Don't you think he just has a flu or something?" I asked.

"But he usually texts us, right?"

"You're being paranoid again. Alright, why don't we text him again? And if he doesn't reply this time, then we'll go to his house tomorrow, how about that?"

"Sounds good."

As Gwen and I are about to begin taking notes from the lecture, I couldn't help but notice the paper on the front of the pile. The handwriting is so fucking ugly. I wonder whose it is. As I looked at the upper right hand corner of the paper, I saw the name Jacob Denarii. I laughed on the inside. No wonder, the handwriting is so terrible because the writer also has a terrible soul to match. I don't know him personally but from the way I see him, he's very arrogant and he's always picking on Troy most of the time.

I don't think anybody notices it that much because they don't pay attention enough but I'm very keen and from the way he's acting towards Troy and the way he's teasing him, I think it is also possible to say that he likes Troy. Otherwise, why would he be so obsessed with him all the time or is this just me reading too much into things?

I guess I have to observe more if I want to know more.