No Place To Hide

Writers' note: OK this is a story we totally made up in our sick minds. We don't know if any of it is real. We guess some of it may be real but don't take anything we say seriously cuz we're just writing off the top of our heads. We hope this makes sense hehe.

Jonsapostle's note: This story has.. explicit content. PLease don't read if you're too young.

Ring...ring...ring.

"I'll get it!"Alyssa said as she noisily ran to answer the phone. Jonathan looked at the clock on his dresser. It was 7:00 a.m. He groaned and rolled out of bed. He went into the bathroom and took a shower. As he was changing the phone rang again. "I'll get it!" Alyssa shouted again. Jon paid no attention to her this time. He finished getting dressed and heard a knock at his bedroom door. He opened it to find his sister, holding the phone with a confused look on her face.

"Um it's for you." Alyssa said handing the phone to Jon. He too had a confused look on his face, wondering who would call for him.

"Hello?" He said into the reciever.

"Hey punk you better not go home after school. We'll be waiting for you. And we know where you live so you have no place to hide. You're dead."

Click. Jon could hear the sound of the person hanging up. A tight feeling rose in his stomach as he wondered who the mysterious caller could have been. He thought back to the day before. He groaned, remembering how the school bully, Kevin, had caught Jon looking at his girlfriend. And then later in the day getting paint on his new shirt in art class.

"Where the hell is everybody?" Jon's stepmother yelled from the living room. Jon got his books and trudged to meet his stepmother in the living room. He looked at her feet. She yanked his head up by his hair to meet her eyes.

"You little shit just look at that kitchen. "She jerked his head toward the kitchen. Dishes were piled on the counter. "Didn't I tell you to clean those last night?"

"Yes." Jon said softly.

"Then why the hell are they still there?" His stepmother screamed, slapping his face.

"Hey, Jon look at the time! School is gonna start soon, we better get going." Alyssa said from the hallway. Jon shook free of his stepmothers grasp and walked ut the front door.

He and Alyssa walked in silence for a few minutes and Jon spoke, "Hey, thanks for getting me away from her."

Alyssa smiled, "I can't stand the way she treats you. What am I suposed to do? Sit there while she hurts you? I just can't."

Tears welled up in Jon's eyes hearing Alyssa say that. He pushed them away.

The November air was cold and there was a wind so it felt even colder outside, but Jon didn't care. He was free from school and his family for the moment. But that feeling of freedom didn't last long for he saw Highland High looming ahead. It looked gloomy, like a prison, to him. He dreaded walking up the 4 steps and opening the glass doors and walking into his personal hell.

"Hey Alyssa!" a voice shouted.

"Hey Amy!" she shouted back, "Jon I'm going to run ahead and talk with Amy so I guess I'll see you when school gets out." she said running towards her friend.

"I hope I live to see the end of the day," Jon muttered, thinking about the phone call.

As he walked onto school property, the whispers started. "Look at the fag." One girl whispered just loud enough for Jon and her group of friends to hear. They all burst out laughing. He continued walking. "Hey pussy where's your boyfriend?" Terrence Williams, the quarterback of the football team yelled. Jon looked down, afraid to cry in front of the demons that tortured him.

He pulled back the doors of the school entrance into the heated hallways. He slowly walked to his locker as people laughed and pointed, threw papers, and even spat on him. He got to his locker and opened it, taking out his history book and some paper.

"Hey can I ask you a question?"

Jon jumped when he heard the sweet voice in his ear. He turned to a pretty girl with long blonde hair and an angelic smile.

"Hi. Um yeah I guess you can ask me a question."

"Okay good. I just wanted to know how it went last night."

"Huh?"Jon said puzzled.

"You know.How was the sex? Is your boyfriend as good as mine?" She yelled so her friends and people walking by could hear. The hallway erupted into laughter. The girl ran back to her friends and joined their laughing. Jon's face turned scarlet red and this time he could no longer hold back his tears. He bolted to the nearest bathroom and locked himself in the farthest stall from the door. He sat there sobbing as the horrible voices and insults rang in his head. He heard the warning bell ring and knew if he was late to class, he would have to apoligize to the teacher in front of the whole class and would have to face more laughter than usual. Jon unlocked the door and took some toilet paper to dry his tears. He splashed some cold water on his hot face,and left the bathroom.

Jon opened the door to his 1st period class. Mrs. Jones stood grading papers and as he walked past she glared at him. He managed to dodge most of the paper balls thrown at him as he made his way to his seat. He hated history. Not history in general,just the class. And he especially hated Mrs. Jones. Mostly because she hated him. Jon had no idea why she hated him so much,he had never done anything to her. But still she hated him. She would laugh at him right along with the rest of his class and would always announce to the class when Jon failed a test or assignment.

The final bell rang and Mrs. Jones walked up to the podium and sat down at her stool to take role. After she had taken roll she went to her desk and held up a stack of papers.

"These are your tests that you all took yesterday. They're all graded so I need you to come up and get them." She said. Jon felt sick because he knew he failed this test. It was on the Revolutionary War which he had paid attention to when the class discussed the unit, but he had no time to study because his stepmother worked him all night. Vacuuming, dusting, scrubbing... he thought bitterly to himself.

"Jonathan come up and get your paper" Mrs. Jones said in a sickeningly sweet voice. He pulled himself out of his dest and went to the front of the room. He reached for his test but Mrs. Jones pulled it back. Jon knew what would happen next.

"The majority of this class did very well on this test. In fact everybody but one passed. Jonathan do you know who didn't pass?" She mockingly asked him. He looked at his feet while Mrs. Jones went on to humiliate him. "Oh I think we all know who didn't pass. Our dear friend Jonathan failed. Shame on you Jonathan. You deserve to be spanked." She said laughing and making the class laugh with her. But the worse was yet to come. "Why do you look so sad Jonathan? Everybody fails once in a while. But you'll have to miss the class treat. Sinse this class did so well I brought in cupcakes and soda to celebrate. But you can't have any Jonathan. You're just a dumb fag. Go sit down." Jon was startled as he sat down miserably. Every kid in school had called him a fag, but now a teacher? He put his head down and cried. He cried until the bell rang. He got up and went to his locker. People were telling their friends about what happened in history that morning, so by lunchtime the whole school knew.The day passed slowly. Finally the bell rang for last period. Jon went to his locker to get his literature book. A note on a ripped piece of notebook paper fell out and landed on his shoe. He picked it up and read it.
Fag,
You better not chicken out on us. After school we'll get you. You won't know how or where we'll get you but we will. Don't be late either.
Us

Jon shivered as he read the letter. He crumpled it up and threw it away as he walked to his lit class. In lit class he took his seat in the back. He saw some people passing notes about him and giggling and whispering. The bell rang and his teacher, Miss Lee took attendance. Jon didn't hate Miss Lee. In fact he liked her for a teacher in this horrible school. She never stopped the kids from teasing,yet she never joined in unlike his other teachers.

"Alright class,settle down. Now I have your fiction stories graded and I want you to know that you all did great." Miss Lee said proudly.

"Even Jonathan?" Adam said making the class go into a fit of laughter.

"Even Jonathan. In fact, his was one of the better ones. Now Jamie would you like to pass the stories out?" She asked. Jamie got out from her deak and passed the papers out. Jon saw her write something on a paper but didn't think much of it sinse she always wrote comments on her friends' papers. Jamie passed Jon's desk and gave a paper to her friend. She got to Jon's desk and purposly dropped his paper on the ground. He leaned over to pick it up. His grade was a 98%. He smiled until he saw what Jamie had written on his paper.

How much did you have to pay to get someone to write this you fag. You suck and everyone hates you. Grades mean nothing to us but friends do. And you're not our friend. So go run to your boyfriend tonight.

Jon's eyes watered looking at the letter. Why do they hate me so much? He thought feeling very sick inside. I didn't do anything to them. The rest of the period he sulked, not paying attention to the class discussion. The bell rang and he jumped up happy,then remembering the guys waiting to beat him up. He went to his locker and slowly put his book away. He took out his geometry book so he could do his homework so he didn't have to face bringing home a terrible report card. I'll do my homework if my body isn't all swolen and bloody after this fight. He thought sadly. He walked out the doors of the school and looked around for Kevin and his friends. He didn't see them. He sighed a bit, knowing that he was still in one piece, at least for a minute or two.He walked down the steps and sat down on a bench. A paper from his geometry book fell out and he bent to pick it up. A gust of wind blew it about ten feet away from where he was sitting. Jon got up to go and get it. The paper blew away again,this time getting pressed up against a big oak tree.Jon went over to the tree and picked it up. He heard a russling noise in the tree above. He looked up and saw the bottom of a shoe going straight for his face. Then everything went black.

Part 2