Someday In This Forever 5.

Simone was waiting at the porch. The main door was open behind her. She was resting her face on her palms. Tom parked the bike,

„Hey mom,“ he greeted from there.

„You’re late… I was worried,“ Simone stood. Tom walked near her.

„It’s okay, mom, I’m fine,“ he looked like he was in hurry. He ran straight into the house to his room. Simone sighed. She entered closing the door behind her. Gordon was reading the newspaper. Tom did not even notice him. Simone and Gordon exchanged an expressionless glance. Simone sighed.

„It’s okay… let’s him be,“ Gordon uttered. His eyes again slipped at the newspaper.

Tom closed the door and jumped on his bed. All of sudden he was feeling stupid and awkward inside. This was the first time he was interrupted while bullying. He squeezed the bed-sheet in his grip and closed his eyes. He felt really terrible and restless in his head. He exhaled and inhaled extremely. He took the mobile out of his pocket and dialed Rebecca’s number. He waited for her to receive the call but she didn’t. Tom rolled his eyes. He redialed. She did not receive. Tom redialed once again but even this time it was the same. „What the…!“ He sat straight and threw the mobile away on the floor which actually hit a corner of the room and descended on the floor being parted into three pieces. Tom cursed under his breath. He did not know what was happening to him. Why was he so furious without a perfect reason? Gordon knocked at the door „Son, are you fine?“

„Hmm… don’t worry, dad,“ Tom replied, trying to sound casual.

„I heard a noise from your room. Is everything alright?“

„Yeah… dad I’m sleepy, goodnight,“ he went silent then. He clenched his teeth and covered himself under the blanket. Gordon sighed. His son was asking him to let him sleep at the late afternoon. That was actually surprising and worrying.

Next morning, everyone was in the class, silent and listening to what Mr. Hurwitz was saying. Tom rested his left elbow on the high bench and placed his face on his palm. There was a pen in his other hand which he was moving in the air unconsciously. Once he looked back at his friends. Joey was snoozing. Rebecca was staring at him with apologetic eyes. Tom was not talking to her since the morning because she did not receive his call last night. Matt was sitting with Kelly. They were passing chits to each other as a conversation. Raven was listening to Mr. Hurwitz attentively. Even the boy who was sitting next to her was attentive either. Harry was doodling on the cover-page of the notebook. Tom grimaced resignedly. He looked around the entire classroom at a glance. Bill was sitting the last seat in the corner. He looked gorgeous in his grey themed tight clothes, covered in his makeup and jewelries as usual. He always looks different and strange. His outfit was eye-catching. But today his hair was not puffy like an electric shock. Bill has better decided not to puff up his hair at least in the school. People can pull his hair; it’s a risk in a way. Tom grimaced at the guy. He rolled his eyes and turned his face ahead. „Gosh! This is boring like hell.“ He grumbled under his breath.

At the lunch break, Tom sauntered through the corridor with his friends. Joey stopped at the lockers‘ row and put his books into his locker. Tom, Matt and Harry waited for him. Meanwhile Harry elbowed Tom. Tom looked at him. „What?“ Harry showed him something with his eyes. Tom looked ahead where Harry was pointing. Bill was trying to open his locker. It was stiff. He struggled to open it. He put the keys repeatedly and tried to unlock the small door. Tom raised one eyebrow. At the same time someone tapped on Tom’s shoulder. Tom turned back. It was a guy named Henry from the senior class. Tom grinned at him welcomingly. „Hey bro, what’s up?“

„Fine… what about you? You’re attending the match after the school today, aren’t you?“ Henry asked curiously.

„Of course I am. You’re on my side, aren’t you?“

„Of course I am.“

Henry and Tom laughed at the same time when a creaking noise interrupted them like out of the blue. They turned to see what was happening. Bill was eventually succeeded in unlocking his locker. Harry was struggling to hold his laughter. Tom narrowed his eyes. Bill put his hand into the locker to get the bag out. He narrowed his eyes whilst searched inside. His frowned deepened all of a sudden, looked like he got something else inside. He pulled the thing out. He had no idea what it could be. His eyes got widened in disbelief and horror. He dropped the big pieces of meats and almost jumped back. Everyone started laughing.

„Such a terrified, asshole,“ a girl abused. Tom chuckled crookedly. Harry burst into laughter pointing his finger at Bill. Bill wrinkled his nose in disgust and hatred. He rushed to Harry without waiting a single second and punched hard on his face. In no time, Harry collapsed at the ground. Tom furrowed his eyebrows.

„How dare you! Bitch’s gay son!“ He pulled Bill’s jacket’s collar and punched on his face, still holding him stiffly. He shoved Bill against the wall and put his arm on his chest firmly to pin him against the wall and hit him as resolutely as possible. Bill tried to protest but failed when Matt and Joey helped their friend holding Bill’s arms tight. They altogether threw him on the floor and kicked with all the strength they had for the moment. Students started gathering around the scenario.

Bill did not make a single noise of pain through his mouth. He squeezed his eyes shut as every kick of brand new shiny shoes hit the rib over his heart. He was thankful to his ribs because that protect his heart else his heart would have been squashed till now. He wrapped his arms around himself and tried to keep from the painful screaming noises. Tom booted on Bill’s back that almost felt like he had broken his spine. A surge of blood splashed out of his mouth. Bill coughed struggling. The warm slight salty and sour liquid smelled most horrible in his nose. He kept coughing the blood out. Students were watching the scene with horrified eyes but nobody came to help. No one dared to oppose Tom and his friends. Bill felt a squirming pain in his stomach. He felt embarrassed. He feels doomed ever day in school. He thought he was dead today; neither was god going to help him.

Meanwhile, Henry and some of his friends pulled Tom, Matt and Harry away.

„Tom, Tom stop principle’s coming… hurry get away from here. Stop, stop it,“ they warned. Tom was now away from Bill in Henry’s grip. He was huffing heavily. He wiped the sweat away from his face, still glaring murderously at Bill. Harry and Matt were also stopped. Joey was still punching Bill who was almost unconscious now. Another senior boy pulled Joey away from him.

„Are you insane? Stop it we said,“ he scolded. Joey looked away desperately. All of them were huffing. Henry left Tom and pulled Bill up carefully, not hurting him anymore. Bill stumbled when Henry caught him. Tom frowned. He opened his locker and got his bag out. Bill was resting his entire weight on Henry. Henry was so not fond of Bill. He was actually trying to help Tom by hiding Bill from principle. Henry walked a few steps away with Bill and made him stand facing the wall. Matt picked the pieces of meats and again stuffed them into Bill’s locker and locked it. He handed the locker key to Henry. Tom saw the principle coming. He quickly threw his bag on the floor where Bill’s blood was splattered before principle could see. Actually he was just passing from there. He had no idea about what was happening here before he arrived.

Students were now in their normal positions. They were all trying to save Tom from the principle. The weaker students expressed their pity for Bill with useless deep sighs, to be honest, even they don’t like Bill but they felt bad for him because they knew how it feels. Students were now chattering and standing here and there all over the corridor busy in their own business. The principle, Mr. Black, had his hands locked behind him. He silently walked his way through the crowds of students.

„Hello sir.“

„Hello sir.“

„Hello, Mr. Black,“ students greeted. As soon as Mr. Black reached near Tom, he started pretending like he had dropped his bag on the floor mistakenly. Thus Mr. Black did not pay much attention at what he was doing. He just greeted: „Hello, Mr. Trümper.“

Tom looked up acting like he was about to pick the bag. A beautiful polite grin flashed on his face. „Oh, Hello Mr. Black, how are you?“ he postured straight.

„Fine, you?“ Mr. Black grinned back.

„Yeah fine too.“

„You’re the champion of basketball; don’t forget to make us proud even this time.“ Mr. Black asked affectionately.

„Of course… I promise,“ Tom’s grin widened.

„Good boy,“ Mr. Black patted on his shoulder proudly and walked away happily. He did not notice Bill standing a few steps away on his back at him. Everyone sighed deeply in relief then. Tom closed his eyes with the sigh. He quickly cleaned the blood with his bag which was brown colored. So the blood stains were clearly flashing at the back of the bag.

„Okay, guys, move, everything’s calm now,“ Henry uttered assuring. Everyone went and walked away for the cafeteria. Tom hung his bag on his shoulder and passed by Bill glaring. Bill looked back at him one last time. It was like Tom’s furious eyes were going to rip him apart. He immediately hid his eyes from Tom.

author: amazinglife2011