The Boys Bathroom, Teret County High School, Frémont, Oregon....
Narrowed dark eyes stared into the now shattered mirror of the boy's bathroom as a fuming young lad stared at what appeared to have been his reflection amid the cracked glass in the wake of his fist crashing into the center of it. He ignored the dripping of the blood as he stood before the sink his ears focused on the sound of the rushing water as he felt the boiling of his blood in his veins. His body continued to tense as the heat from his anger filled him. He was silent as he continued to glare at his reflection. Just behind him, there was another lad with shoulder length dark brown hair, his face bloodied and bruised due to the onset of enraged blows that landed all over possibly breaking his jaw and busting his nose as he with his slightly thin body slumped onto the toilet and leaned so that the majority of his weight could be supported against the stall. The dark complected lad seemed to smirk in the mirror as he recalled the events that lead up to the now unconscious bastard taking an involuntary nap in the bathroom stall.
He had been in need of a bathroom break when the resident Bully and known twice failed Junior, Tyler Runnels had apparently cleared the bathroom following a series of threats as he dragged some poor sod into the bathroom now that he had privacy and began dunking the apparent freshman's head into the toilet while flushing causing the smaller boy to choke as he struggled against the assault. The dark complected lad had known of Tyler and the odd things that were said to have happened whenever he was around smaller boys. It was a well known rumor that Tyler was quite fond of targeting smaller boys and dragging them into the lower level boy's bathroom due to the less probability of getting caught as there was hardly any traffic in that area.
The new kid, whom the dark haired lad recalled was just transferred from Iowa and had not known the rules about hanging around that particular bathroom during lunch as everyone else had. The dark haired lad had known that the new kid was dragged into the bathroom and followed not sure what was going to happen but he knew the horror stories. The new kid, whom the dark haired lad would come to know as Gary Marshall Sanders was in fact being punched and had his head dunked into the toilet bowl of a small stall was the lad entered.
Tyler had been drowning him and flushing the toilet to make it worse while laughing at the boy's helpless state and pulling down his pants and underwear. The curious lad took note of the fact that Tyler had dropped his own trousers and attempted to pull out his cock when he rushed him, knocking the twisted freak into the next stall and making sure to break his face for the sick thing he tried to do.
The dark haired lad had not known why, but he was more angry than he'd ever been and it was like he'd been back in grade school all over again when he proceeded to beat the then bully black and blue. Tyler was no different as the lad continued to break his jaw and bust his nose before Gary managed to come to his senses and urge him to stop.
Still furious, the dark haired lad turned toward the sink and shattered the mirror with one punch cracking it as he stood before it furious as tears streamed down his cheeks. Something of a sadistic smile filed across his face for a moment as he noted the blood from his hand and the broken glass.
Gary managed to get himself up and approached the furious older boy whom had saved him from a world of hurt.
"T-Thank you." he said still reeling from the attack. "I-I don't know why he was like that."
"He's a fag." growled the dark haired teen. "Too chicken shit to get a boyfriend so he attacks little kids to get his rocks off."
Gary had no clue what that meant but was grateful for the assistance.
"Get yourself cleaned up." said the dark haired teen as he rinsed his hands off at the sink. "Then go to class...act like nothing ever happened....he would have done so if he got what he wanted, why shouldn't you."
Gary nodded before heading toward the door, his clothes were soaked from head to his shoulders and the toilet water was still dripping off him.
"I-I'm Gary by the way." he said his grateful eyes meeting the darkened gaze of the older boy that saved him.
"You can call me Lonnie." he replied.
"Okay." said Gary with something of a boyish smile. "I'll see you around, Lonnie."
He took off leaving the enraged older boy and the beaten bully behind in the water slick bathroom.
"No." said Lonnie glaring at himself in the mirror. "You won't."
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The Halls, Teret County High School, Frémont, Oregon....
The dark complected lad made his way to class without a word as he had lost track of time again and was quite late. He slipped into his desk and began taking notes as if he'd been there the whole time. It was quite unnerving to see Tyler the bully beaten to a pulp and the mess he'd made of the bathroom. The lad wondered if Tyler had attacked him as he panicked about the possibility that he'd lost control and the other boy had come out again. The last time he'd gotten into trouble like that his mother took him to see Dr. Harris, his parents argued and his father walked out the door and never retuned.
He didn't want to lose his mother as well or worse be sent and locked away somewhere. The lad turned his attention back to his studies not at all wishing to fathom what happened in the boy's restroom. Although, he did find it odd that the new boy, Gary Sanders seemed to be fond of him.
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Unknown Location, Unknown City....
Gary Sanders had not forgotten the day that he first met Hadrian S. Rawsone. Of course he spent the better part of his freshman year calling the Junior Lonnie, which prompted the boy to ignore him. The following year, Gary became a Sophomore and Hadrian a Senior right along with the lovely Julia Renwald. Gary had been out of league being a sophomore, but he often found himself crushing on Julia. He sat on the sofa in his living room and sighed thinking of how lovely she'd been for the umpteenth time despite her leaving his home at the late hours of the night.
As grateful as he'd been to Hadrian, he didn't' see how he deserved Julia and he'd always been of the mind that had she not gotten pregnant when they were in high school, she could have had a life anywhere in the world. She could have even been with him. Night after night, she would tell him all of the horrible things Hadrian had done over the course of their marriage and he'd only ever reassure her that Hadrian wasn't the right man for her, he would reassure her that he would be all that and more if only she chose to stay with him.
Julia worried about Hadrian, she seemed to fear what her leaving would do to him and the consequences of it as well.
Gary had never known Hadrian to be a violent man, but it appeared that Julia had. It was part of the reason she never wanted to leave him. She just couldn't bring herself to destroying the two of them for any reason at all.
While Gary assured her he could handle Hadrian, Julia wasn't in the least convinced. She muttered something about "Tell that to Rhett Davis" and shut down from there. Gary was curious about what Rhett Davis had to do with anything and eventually recalled that Rhett was savagely beaten in one of the locker rooms before getting ready for football practice.
No one had known whom had been capable of doing such a thing to him. No one except Julia it seemed as she wasn't too choked up about the star of the school meeting with a beating to the point of being wheelchair bound and no longer being able to play football.
Gary sat back against the cushions of the sofa as he pondered the past events.
If Hadrian Rawsone had been capable of something like that, it was no wonder Julia was afraid of him, which was all the more reason for her to leave him.