It stung. Sure he's not my real dad but still. I imagined him to treat me like he was. Then he fell. Keegan spat on him. “Warned you” grayson crossed his arms over his big chest “gato homofobico (homophobic jack)” sirens and red and blue lights started flashing. “Who called” “i-i-i’m sorry Keegs i was scared. H-h-h-he hurt-s y-yo-ou” keegan walked over to Cristin like he was a scared puppy. He squatted down next to him and cradled him. “Don't worry. I'm ok.” they're was loud banging on the principal's office door. She opened it and a tall built man entered the room. After scanning the room he said “Please step out of the office. I would like to speak with the adults on this-” he paused looking over the room. “I don't really know what to call this.” “of course sir.” charly spoke for the group. Keegan lifted the small body in his arms and carried him out the room. The rest of the group followed behind him. Grayson closed the door behind him and that was it. “Is your dad always this terrible.” “no. he's nice... to some extent...” i spoke to keegan in a quiet voice. Charly scoffed. “He's worse than mine” the door opened and the cop stepped out into the hall. “Who else” keegan stood up not putting Cristin down. “He didn't attack first sir.” “i'm aware. I'm gonna have to ask you to put him down and step out into the ambulance with me.” “why” i could see cristin grip his shirt tighter and bury his head into his chest. I tapped his cheek and he winced “your bleeding. bad.”