~Andrew~

Someone get help.

"Andrew?" Keaton's curious voice wet through one ear out the other as my body started to shudder. Staring down at the ground I saw something I knew too well as did my body as it visually responded with uncontrollable shaking and a fresh slimy coat of cold sweat that chilled my spine. I could feel Keaton's presence turn the corner to peek through the door just as I had done to see what I was looking at. 

"Holy shit Andrew!" Keaton's arms suddenly wrapped around me and my body thrashed. My mouth opened and closed at the sound of my own exasperated gasps and screaming. I screwed my eyes shut and my body tried to break for release and make a run for it. 

"Andrew stop!" My head came up to hit Keaton straight in his face forcing his arms to release me. I whirled around to glance at Keaton grasping his nose before turning to run out of the locker room. 

The faint sound of a phone dialing and Keaton calling someone for help could be heard through the echo of the gym but I didn't care about that. I couldn't. If someone did that to Jamie then someone could do it to me, and if it happened only moments before our arrival it means they could still be here.

I ran back the way I came towards the parking lot, my vision slowly closing on me as I breathed through the thrashing ache in the back of my head. 

Flashback

(TW:ABUSE,CUTTING,BLOOD,RAPE,KNIVES)

"Where do you think you're going, hm?" He curled the knife into my thigh as he parted my legs to sit between. My legs begged to slam shut but it would only further the pain drawing from the sharpness of the blade running along my bruised and already cut-up skin. I blinked back my tears holding my breath and stilling myself at his command. 

"You're just a pretty little thing aren'tcha?" His voice reverberated in the small room, one wall holding countless objects to please him in his demise for my torture. The knife he held slithered closer and closer to my balls before he poked at the base of my shaft with the tip of the object. 

"Ah!" I shouted at the pain, flinching against my control. He growled. My body clenched as the pain issued to the sensitive area, the man above me growing angry.

"I told you to sit still." He boomed, drawing the knife further into my shaft without breaking skin. My back arched to get away, my feet instinctively pushing back on the bed he had me cuffed to, pushing the slant of the knife further into my skin at my every move. 

"Please no, please," I whimpered, feeling the knife slightly lighten up on my privates and fresh hot tears bubble in my eyes. 

It went momentarily quiet with the exception of my muffled cries before I felt the older man shift off the bed with a disgusting chuckle. 

"Begging is cute." He whispered loud enough for me to hear. My eyes trailed away from the ceiling to look down past my body to see him shuffling through the dresser on the far side of the room. "However," He turned with a different knife, a safety barrier still covering the blade. 

My body shook at the way he swung his hips slowly as he moved closer to me, a cruel glint in his eye. His hand grabbed the skin of my thigh to pull me back to my original position, a squeak slipping my lips as another hot tear cascaded down my cheek and into the rough spring mattress that creaked under my weight. 

He examined me over, the slight lift of his lip as his eyes roamed over my body forced the hairs on my neck to rise, hot disgust pooling at the pit of my empty stomach with anticipation. My eyes darted down at the new knife in his hand pleadingly, mentally begging someone, anyone to save me. 

His finger moved to trace the edge of the plastic over the blade before removing it, "if I wanted a beggar, I would have paid for a beggar." He growled. His hand gripped my leg, pulling it towards him faster than I could react. My eyes widened just as his hand swiftly moved to tear through my skin with the blade. 

"AHG!"

My lungs chocked at the white-hot searing pain that shot through my leg but before I could begin to scream, the man shoved my own soiled boxers off the floor, into my mouth to prevent sound. The familiar feeling of sticky warm blood dripped down my leg, the man's cock thrusting into me not hurting nearly as much, as the friction of his body against the fresh wounds. 

"Now sit still bitch," 

End of Flashback

"MPH-" My body collided with someone as my mind came back to reality through the hazy trance of memories. The back of my head hit the tile, my body shaking and hands sliding from under me as I tried to pull myself up. 

"Shit Tiger are you okay?" I frantically searched for the voice, my vision still splotchy as a clear view of Hunter alone, with his ass planted on the ground just like me. His face shifted from casual concern to genuine concern as his body arched forward and his brows furrowed.

"Andrew, are you crying?" His head tilted to the side like a dog, his palm reaching for me. My feet kicked the floor to push me back before his hand could touch me anywhere. "Woah, easy what's wrong Tiger talk to me, where's Keaton?" 

The back of my head rang at the mention of his name, my head turning back to see if he followed me out of the locker room. Hunter looked behind me as well, pushing himself off the ground but being sure to stay a couple of feet away from me. 

"Just tell me where he is Andrew." My eyes searched Hunter's face to see if I could find my voice for a moment longer than I liked. I looked at my hands that shook vigorously in my lap, closing my eyes to focus on steadying my body. 

"The g- gym. i- in the l- locker room." I staggered, looking everywhere but Hunter's face. 

I could feel Hunter's gaze on me a second longer before stepping in the direction of the gym, "Don't move Tiger, I'll be right back." With that, he ran down the hall and made a sharp right out of my sight faster than I could dream of running. 

I sat up, wiping my hands down my shirt to gain some grip to push myself off the ground. My body felt heavy and slimy, my legs aching and head pounding. I placed a shaky hand over my heart and closed my eyes.

Just breathe.

I left Keaton alone. I ran away from the only person who had ever been there to help me. What happens if they blame Keaton? And now Hunter is going to find Keaton. What if he thinks Keaton did it? My body turned to face the way I came, reminding myself of Hunter's demand to stay put. My eyes screwed shut with a shitty breath in and out, my feet taking steps down the corridor back towards the gym. 

The halls were eerie silent with the exception of my quiet footfall, the clocks above the doors ticking the seconds. I dragged my feet, pausing every couple of moments to look inside a different classroom. The throbbing in the back of my head pounded as the fresh daunting memories replayed but I focus, attempting to fight my fears and help the only people I've grown to know in this past month. 

My life was getting too good to be true and I should have known. Being able to ride in a truck to a home that wasn't mine and sleep in a bed that didn't belong to me without having a panic attack, like I did the second week I was here, was too good. I learn every day just how amazing freedom is, and how cruel life treated me with countless horrible people doing what they desired to me when they desired it. 

Now Jamie will have to live with that.

I stopped in front of the double doors, the frantic sound of yelling slipping through the seal of the door and tugging on my ears. Even through the slim window of the door, I could see Keaton, pacing as he spoke to someone over the phone, Hunter nowhere to be seen. If I walked through these doors I would have to swallow my panic attack for another time and implore my memories to leave me alone.

Deep breaths Andrew.

I exhaled, slowly pushing the door open past the creaking hinges, Keaton's eyes immediately snapping to mine. His speaking ceased, the phone next to his ear coming to his side, the receiver's questions coming in muffled curiosity. 

"A- Andrew." He whispered under his breath despite me catching it. I stood in place, still warry of being touched and the thought of it, seeping into the stomach like a heavy acid, scratching to come out one way or the other. I could never find it in myself to hate Keaton but I would not let him touch me, I am here for my friend and nothing more. 

His eyes seemed to soften from shock to see me, morphing into concern and understanding, "I'm not gonna touch you, Andrew just, don't run." I nodded, turning my eyes away from him towards the locker room door that still stood open, the rotting smell reaching me from where I stood. 

"Yes. Mhm yes. No ma'am I have no idea how long he's been in here but please hurry." Keaton continued to speak, his voice a little shaky. I watched as his attention fully turned back to the lady on the end of the receiver and his feet went back to pacing. I stepped towards the locker room door again, glancing at Keaton before walking across the gym. 

"No ma'am I already told you my name is Keaton Jones. My mother is Dana Jones and I have no idea what Jamie's last name is could you please just-" Behind me, I heard Keaton stop pacing. "Andrew don't go in there."

"Li." I turned to face Keaton's frustrating features, his shoulders tense and his knuckles white from gripping the phone. 

"What?" 

"Li. Jamies last name is Li. I can't pronounce his real name but everyone at school knows him by Jamie." I responded with a quiet voice, turning back around to check on my friend. Only a moment before I made it to the locker room door I heard Keaton pick up his pacing.

"Li ma'am. His last name is Li,"