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I looked up to see the man pissed. Why was he mad? I was leaving.

“Listen here you fag! I don’t give a fuck if you haven’t seen your Boyfriend in months get the fuck out!” He spat. I was way to used to being treated this way but the fact that he just assumed me to be gay because I was talking a friend who was a guy really pissed me off.

“First off, he isn’t my boyfriend he’s my friend. Second nobody deserves to be talked to like that. And third just because I’m gay doesn’t mean you can treat me like shit!” I said and turned to Jake. “Have a nice night Jake.” And went to leave.

I felt really good, impowered almost. I walked to the dorms only for all my happiness to dissipate. There in front of me stood three men. Men I knew from high school. Men who bullied me all throughout high school.

I turned to run but one of them grabbed my shoulder preventing me from doing so.

“Hey Max. Long time no talk.” Bryce said looking down at me. “I see you still haven’t grown any taller.” He sneered at me

“We don’t have anything to talk about.” I said slightly shaking.

“Oh but we do. We haven’t seen each other in what like a year. Then one of my college friends said that he’d seen you here and I thought we would pay you a little visit.

“Leave me alone!” I shouted trying to get out of their grip.

The guy holding me rose his fist and connected it to my face. It hit me right in the jaw and I could taste blood. I tried to get up but Bryce punched me. My visions started to blur but I tied to get up again. The third who by the way looked the most built punched me and I knew I wasn’t getting up after that one.

Everything was moving in weird directions. My head was pounding but also numb. I felt blood trickling down my face and out of my mouth.

“Stay down you gay piece of shit!” Bryce yelled or was it Bryce? I couldn’t tell because my ears were ringing so loudly. I heard muffled laughter get farther and farther away so I decided I should try to make it to the dorm.

It took me about twenty minutes just to get to the right hall. I stumbled down the hallway towards my dorm and all but collapsed against it as I fumbled with my key but to my surprise it was unlocked.

Didn’t I lock it before I left? I couldn’t remember anymore so I just went in without a second thought. I threw the bags down somewhere on my way in and just collapsed against my bed and started to cry. I cried from the pain, from the harsh words and most of all because I just really needed to cry.