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Monday November 13th
Today was a okay day, good even, but that was before Rodrick and dad had there first fight of the day!
Which resulted in Manny being fussy, mom being annoyed by that, frank dad having his weird grin he gets when he fights Rodrick, and Rodrick sprawled on the ground,
his body covered head to toe in yellow and purple bruises. And how was i? I was busy being to scared to help Rodrick until dad left.
So as im wrapping an ice pack in a cloth for his worse bruises i hear mom say something. You want to know what she was talking about? Kicking rodrick out for his 18th birthday!? I know he would be a legal adult but still! His birthday is in two weeks!! He has a job but i know it doesn’t pay enough for an apartment. I should tell him but im scared…
just like always
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Greg
Greg!
Greg!
"Huh what's wrong!"
I hear snickering behind me.
”mr Heffey! Please refrain from daydreaming in class!
now can you answer the question?”
oh shoot i didn’t hear what He asked!
”74!”
”haha very funny..”
the teacher says with a monotone voice.
“But this s English. Not math.”
oh shoot
(Lunch time)
“Hey greg?”
i look away from my food to look at Rowley.
“Yes?”
”are you okay? You’ve been spacing out all day..!”
Rowley says in an overly worried tone.
“Im fine. I just didn’t sleep well last night.”
Rowley looks at me sceptically before turning back to his food.
”okay, I believe you.”
ok. Sure you do.
(After school)
"C'mon, Rowley! I have to go home!"
"No! I'm not leaving until the guys who want to beat you up leave!"
"There's no guys! it's just another prank from Albert sandy!"
"IM NOT LEAVING!"
Ugh Rowleys being so gullible.
its just a rumour spred by Albert whatever his last name is
"Quit being a chicken! Hurry!"
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
I continue walking ignoring Rowleys protests.
(Slight time skip of like ten minutes)
"G-greg..."
"Oh my god, what is it?"
I look up and see teenagers standing in front of me and Rowley...
Another one comes up behind me and takes my bag..
"Well, well."
One of them starts,
"Look who we found again!"
Wait are they... omg
"Hey! Isn't this the same kid who ate that rotten cheese!?
One of them says pointing at Rowley.
"WHATS UP CHEESE BOY! HOLY SHITT I CAN STILL SMELL THAT CHEESE BREATH COMING FROM YOU! HAHAHA"
I'm just staring trying to make myself seem smaller, maybe if I do it then they'll just leave me alone.
"Hmm... I remember very well that this skinny one was just watching last time..."
Oh shit
"How about we change that?"
The guy says wearing a cat like grin.
I stare up at him terrified...
"Come on, man, help me put this nerd in a dumpster or some shit like that!"
He says grabbing me, and putting my arms behind my back, making it so I can't move them.
"Okay, okay... let me see if there's anything interesting in this backpack"
My heart drops realizing my journal is in there...
"AH! LET ME GO!!"
The guy with the long hair finds my journal and starts reading in his head before wearing a shocked look
"Greg... HEFFLEY?? BRO NO FUCKING WAY!"
The short haired one holds the collar of my shirt, well looking at his friend in shock.
Then he looks at me as I raise my eyes to meet his, as I stare scared of whats to come.
"YO BRO, DO YOU HAVE A BROTHER NAMED RODRICK HEFFLEY?"
oh? They know Rodrick.. maybe i can use that to my advantage!
"Uhm... t-that depends... are you his friend?..."
He gives me a angered look.
Im now realizing he's probably not friends with Rodrick..
"Yo guys did you hear that? We're Rodricks friends"
His friends chuckle to themselves
"Hah.. wow... how IRONIC"
"GAH!"
He punches me in the face...
"GRE- HMFMHPD"
Rowley try's to call out to me before getting shut up.
"HOLY SHIT HAHA!"
"Ow...."
I have a big bump on my face and blood dripping down my lips
"Yeah... nothing personal, kid, just business. But im also doing this as an extra... your brother caused me a lot problems, y'know?... he would have to pay eventually..."
He steps on my throat
"...I cant breathe..."
i can feel my heart pounding in my chest adrenaline pumping through my veins,
As I desperately claw at his let to get him off
Everyone looks at us scared... especially Rowley...
"Hey man, don't go to far..."
"PETE, ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY!? YOUR GOING TO KILL THIS KID!"
Pete... ig thats his name gets a statistic grin on his face
"OW!"
Pete gets hit with a rock
I cough and gasp for air as pete steps off my throat
"Yo, asshole."
Wait I recognize that voice
I see Drew standing in his addc shirt. Never have i been so glad to see him.
"Drew?..."
"DREW! WHATS UP-"
Pete puts his arm around me
"Let him go."
Drew says.
Pete stares at him menacingly.
Pete pushes me away
"AH!"
Im now in his long haired friend's arms.
Im not noticing there weird expressions, because I'm looking at drew.
I decided to look at Rowley, he has tears in his eyes.
I look away back to drew and Pete
"So you couldn't stand being beaten by the older one and you take it out on the younger one? What an ugly thing to do Pete-"
Drew says
"Awww! so you guys already know each other? How cute!"
Pete says to drew, with sparkling eyes.
"Don't fucking interfere. Just say what you want and beet it."
"Here's the thing, i want to solve this as peacefully as possible, you let them go and no shit will happen, what do ya think?"
Aww drew is so cool... I wish I could just stand up to dad like that....
"Hah... alright.... what you gonna do? Steal the oxygen with this vacuum cleaner in place of your nose?"
Oh shit..
Drew punches Pete.. omg... those is... SO COOL!!
Pete has a killer look in his eye..
I see how Drew notices the look and sort of backs up
Thats when things take a turn Pete punches Drew in the face,
Drew falls on the ground, but Pete keeps punching him over and over.
Drew falls unconscious and Pete uses zip ties to tie his hands and feet.
He turns to me and punches me in the stomach,
I cough and let a bit of spit out of my mouth,
"Please cant we talk about this"
I say hoping that I could maybe get through to him,
"Please pete-"
He pulls me out of his friends arms
I try and run.
He pulls me by my shirt, I fall to the ground.
"Oww..."
"You know we could try to work this out..”.
i feel a glimmer of hope starting to form.
”but..” oh shit.
“Revenge will feel better!”
Pete says cupping my cheek.
I bite his finger
"OWW! YOU BITCH!?"
He kicks me in the stomach.
I bite my cheek really hard in response,
i can feel blood pooling on my tongue.. its disgusting.
is this what Rodrick tastes so often..?
My breath starts to shake...
"Please I'm sorry I was scared... I didn't know what I was doing..
I just don't wanna do that... is there any other way I can stop this?..."
Im shaking and crying. I look like a mess, with old tear stains and fresh flowing tears, blood dripping down my mouth, and my shirt...
I look over at Drew's unconscious body, hoping praying that he would wake up and save me,
Just then one of Petes friends speaks up.
"Yo, we were just hired to ruff him up. We aren't supposed to send him to the hospital!..."
"Shut up... I don't care...."
Pete says making fists with his hands.
I see someone at the end of the alley.
I open my mouth to scream out
“Someone help me!!”
They doesn't seem to hear...
I look over at Rowley, he passed out...
Pete puts a hand over my mouth..
"You bitch!? Why would you do that! You know what as a punishment im going to.... Ugh....?"
He looks like he had a bad idea...
He gets a cat like grin..
He quickly takes a knife and makes a deep cut on my cheek,
I try and scream but its muffled by his hand.
He's running the knife down my arm,
Leaving a trail of blood down my arm,
He stands up and stomps on my leg,
I cry out in pain.
Why is this happening to me!?
Pete sits on my legs so I cant move...
He pulls my hair...
"You will never be happy again"
Pete whispers in my ears.
As if I ever was happy.
"HEY GET OFF HIM!?"
Pete is surprised that someone actually heard me and removes his hand from my mouth, "Please help everything hurts..."
I say my vision starts to go blurry..
All the sudden everything goes black...
“Greg.”
“Greg!”
“GREG!”
Huh why is there so much noise?
Where am I?
Why does everything hurt?...
Why can't I move?
"Huh?..."
I say my voice scratchy.
"greg! Your awake!... we have to take you to the hospital.."
"What! No please! I cant go there!!"
Im sobbing.
"Just take me home... please i can patch myself up..."
"Greg its ok.. but i cant just take you home..
Its not safe.."
"But ive had some medical training in school!?
It was only the basics, but i know how to treat basic bruises and cuts!"
"Greg.. if something happens to you because of improper
medical care i don't know what id do.."
I decided to just give up. Im to tired for this.
i start to feel sleepy so i rest my head against the chest of the stranger holding me tightly,
as i feel darkness claim me i here something.
”rest well little bro. im sorry”