No Place to Hide Part 2

A few minutes late Jon became concious. He opened his eyes, but quickly closed his right eye where he was hit because it hurt too much to keep open.

"Hey fag. We need to go somewhere else. There's too many people around here. We don't want Mr. Arnold to come out." Kevin said yanking Jon to his feet.

"Yeah we wouldn't want the principal to spoil our plans." Kevin's friend Josh said. Jon looked over at Kevin's girlfriend Lisa. She was putting on her heavy black platform shoe. He then realized that was what was thrown at his face. When Lisa was done putting her shoe on, Keven grabbed Jon's arm.

"Okay were going somewhere else. Come on Lisa."

They walked to a deserted parking lot on the far side of the school. Kevin's friends, Josh, Rich and Trent followed. When they reached their destination, Kevin shoved Jon down, causing him to hit the back of his head on the pavement. A sharp pain shot down his neck and he yelped from the pain. The group laughed.

"So what should we do to Jonathan? Afterall he did the most horrible things yesterday. Looked at my girlfriend. Spilled paint on my new shirt. Do you know how much that cost? More that you could afford. So any suggestions?" Kevin asked.

"My dad has a .32 caliber pistol at home. We could shoot him." Josh said happily. A look of horror came onto Jon's face.

"No we can't kill him. Although he deserves to die we don't want to go to prison for killing some pretty boy. Any other suggestions?" Kevin said.

"Let's drown him!" Trent said excitedly. Kevin rolled his eyes in disgust.
"Trent. If you drown someone, they die."

"Oh." Trent said sheepishly.

"Dumbass" Jon muttered under his breath.

"Why don't you just beat him up? I don't want him looking at me again. So just kick the shit out of him." Lisa said.

"Wow. Your a genious Lisa. How did you come up with that? It's brilliant." Rich said in awe. Lisa rolled her eyes at Kevin's stupid friends.

"Good idea Lisa." Kevin said. With his foot he turned Jon onto his side and kicked him. His friends joined in. Jon put his hands up to protect his already damaged face. Through his fingers, he could see Lisa standing to the side, enjoying every second of the fight, twirling her hair. After about five minutes that seemed like an eternity, Kevin and his friends stopped kicking Jon. They looked at him, holding himself protectivly and laughed. Kevin gave Jon one more painful kick in the back and then he went to his truck. Lisa and their friends piled in the truck and drove away.

Jon laid on the ground, crying. His whole body ached from the abuse it had just taken. He felt like he was going to vomit. His face was hot and sweaty. He laid there for ten minutes and tried to get up but colapsed from pain and exaustion. A short while later, he managed to pull himself of the ground and staggered up the steps.

Inside, he was greeted by a wave of warm air. He pulled open the bathroom door and walked over to the mirror. His right eye was black and swollen. A large bruise was forming on his cheek. He could feel a big knot in the back of his head where he hit it. His arms were bruised and he didn't want to know what his stomach or back looked like. He rinsed his face off with cold water and began to cry.

Jon exited the bathroom and walked towards the payphone. He pulled a quarter from his pocket and inserted it into the machine.

Ring....Ring...

"Hello you've reached Buck Owens Music store this is Rick how may I help you?" His dad said.

"Dad?" Jon said, starting to cry again.

"Jon? Are you okay? What's wrong?"

"No. No I'm not okay. I got beat up. Really bad. Can you pick me up?"

"Of course I can. Do you need to go to the hospital?"

"No I don't think I have to go. I'll be fine."

"Okay. I'm coming right over. Wait on the steps for me. We'll talk about what happened in the car. See you in a few."

"Thanks Dad." Jon said and hung up. He slowly walked to the glass doors. He rested his head against them for a minute. The cool glass felt wonderful against his hot skin. Jon pulled the heavy door open and walked outside into the icy evening air. He shivered and colapsed onto the top step. The pain from his beating was awful. His head throbbed and a tear slid down his cheek. He remembered the day's events. Being made fun of, getting beat up. The words fag, pussy, queer, pretty boy rang in his head, like they did everyday. Jon stood up as he saw his father's car pull into the parking lot. He walked over to the bench where his geometry book was. He picked it up and staggered to Rick's car. Rick opened the door for him. Jon got in and buckled his seatbelt. He put his head back against the headrest. "So Jon what happened?" Rick asked, pulling out onto the road. "I looked at this guy's girlfriend and he got pissed. So after school he and his friends kicked the shit out of me." Jon replied.

"I'm sorry. You look horrible. Are you sure you don't need to go to the hospital? Is anything broken?" His dad asked concerned.

"No. I don't need to go to the hospital. Besides that would just piss Sharon off. Imagine having to spend money on me. I bet she wouldn't care if I died." Jon said bitterly.

"Now don't say that. Give her a chance. She doesn't hate you." His dad replied.

Yeah right. He thought. She would never hurt me in front of you. They pulled up at the house around 6. Jon didn't realize how long he had been at school. He saw Sharon's face peeking out the window. Now he wished that Kevin and his friends had shot him. Now he would have to face Sharon's wrath.

"Where the hell were you?" She yelled at Jon from the door.

"He had some problems at school." Rick told her.

Jon walked onto the porch. Sharon grabbed his face and looked at his eye and cheek.

"What did you do now?" Sharon asked coldly.

"Nothing." Jon replied, trying to free his face from her grasp. She held on tightly, her nails dug into his skin.

"You are in deep shit young man. I don't know what I'll do to you but you won't like it trust me." She said to him, releasing his face. He walked into the house. He saw Alyssa watching TV on the couch. She looked up when he walked into the room.

"Oh my God Jon! What happened? Where were you?"

"I got beat up at school." He replied.

"Oh I'm sorry. I would have waited but I couldn't find you and I was cold so I went home." She apoligized.

"It's okay." He said, walking to the bathroom.

He went into the bathroom and took off his shirt. Bruises covered his stomach and back. He bent over to pick up his shirt from the floor but cried out from pain. He opened the door and walked into his room. He fell onto his bed and pulled the covers up to his chin. It hurt to lay on his back because of the horrible bruises and the know in the back of his head. He turned onto his stomach, which hurt just as bad. Finally he turned to his left, the only side of his body that didn't throb with pain. Soon after he fell into a deep sleep. He was awaken by a searing, burning pain on his shoulder blade...
Part 3.