"Hay feeble...... Oh come on man just one hit and your already down licking the ground"

His voice filled my ears and my  eyes opened to the ground.

" Oh come on this is just the beginning boy...... don't be like this...We wanna jave more fun."
                And that was his friend.

Despite the throbbing pain that paralysed my whole body 8 managed to say  " let me go".

But they were deaf to my pleading and two of his friends got hold of my arms making me stand up and twisted
them right behind me.

I was facing him with pure disgust and he slapped me.

His rough strong palm slapped against my cheek and I felt the whole area going numb.

          The pain was so intense and I felt quite dizzy because of the bad  odour as well as the physical injuries.

There was nothing to be done and I was left with no help but to hope.

To hope that somebody would enter in to the bathroom and stop this but the door remain closed.

   I had eyes fixed on the door expecting it to open and my saviour to walk in, while he and his gang continued to hit me.

My hopes crumbled down with my self a I fell on the damp floor  with no strength left in my body.

I couldn't help but to feel pathetic about the way I am.
      Self pity  rushed  in  to me as he and his gang continued to kick me.

Their kicks were almost bone breaking

I laid on the floor that was topped with urine and water and mud and he lifted me up from my collar that had gone form pure white to a soggy brown colour.

I knew I was about to receive another slap.

And I knew it was time for me to put a
stop on me bieng dormant.

Because today  they went way too far.

I bit his hand and I felt my teeth sinking in to his arm.

A salty metallic taste brought disguise to my taste buds but I cared no longer.

       All I wanted to do was to hurt him and I didn't bother which way to do so.

With that unexpected act of courage of mine his hand got hold of my neck and I let go of him.

         Holding on to my dear life I wobbledy way back thinking that he had given up on me.

       But I was wrong.

He pushed me hard backward that made me hit the mossy wall.

I could feel the irksome coldness against my back.

It was then the reality hit me.

My paralized state doubled in the split second when the realization made its way towards me.

I could not go home like this.

Covered in mud and urine mixed water  with a body of visible physical abuse.

There is no way for me to wash things clean and return home the same way I left it.

Eventhough I somehowanaged to wash myself andy cloths there is noway its gonna dry out soon.

And the last thing I wanted in my life was mom to know what I undergo, almost daily.

To be continued...

A/n
Just in the case if you wonder why the story is in fragments it is because every part brings out a different thought of the protagonist... different  emotions he undergo such as anger fear and hatred. Here it's humiliation and anger.

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