10 years ago

- Well, let's ssy already! Che tolkane priebalas then? On hui take a look?

Tom is standing next to the urinal. To the right, to the left, behind him fly butts, chuckles, jokes.

Cursed gang again does not give rest! When they get tired of something already? Lord, before school life was not sugar, but as this new one turned up, so at least jump to the window. Head down.

“How did they get him to school at all?” Tom wondered.

In the early years of his development, Greg Sanders, from the very first day, began to imprint his bestial order in school. The method was simple, but very effective. Either you obey the will of the newly-minted tyrant or you lie on the playground with a broken nose. And the face is smeared with mud. And in front of his eyes the sole of his huge grinders. Kiss or die. In such games now played there. Even high school students on the ground turned out to be. The thug was afraid of no one. And the strongwood he just did not take.

Last month, the turn came to Tom. Played Then for a long time the taste of the earth in the mouth was felt.

As a child he was not the strongest. Mom always said weak son was born.

Tom constantly reproached himself for his inability to fight back, but he could do nothing. From the sections, there was also little confusion. The same giggles and tricks. A pair of beats, and eyes in a wet place.

The school was considered elite. No, not without bullying, of course, there were all kinds of people. But earlier they didn’t cross the border. Well, I will give a slap there, well, take away breakfast, well, maximum money. But this is already out of the ordinary.

This mordovorot ... He was not entertained by these children's fun. He loved ... breaking.

And girls.

Yes. It seemed that in life there were only two things for him. Fights and girls. And neither in those nor in other deficiency did he know. The sight of a heated Kostolom standing over a defeated adversary and wiping blood from a broken lip seemed to completely beat off any thinking ability in girls.

Oh, look only, oh, and you remember? And how did he get McDowell off? Did you see his hands? Mmmm ...

Tom began to notice with horror that Drew, his best friend, with whom they had not spilled water since childhood, also did not escape this contagion. Walking home and talking about the latest novelties of cinema, she increasingly preferred hanging around Mr. How-is-damn-Earth-round? and laughing at his ultra dull jokes.

God, how did Tom hate him for it! The only girl with whom it was possible to talk about something interesting, and not just about rags, without fear of ridicule or misunderstanding.

And now, everything. Last took away, freak!

Their "relationship" with Greg began with small quibbles. Probing, apparently, what Tom is capable of. He would spit a piece of paper in the back of his head, then he would pour water on his pants, and stick the gum in his hair. Further more. After the first fight Tom could not stand it. Complained to the father. Learn to fight back, son. In life, without this in any way. Mom ... with mom they were never particularly close.

And now this. Already in the toilet you can not go quietly without running into Greg with his scumbags.

The whole gang has gathered. They shove, they urinate to the urinal. Greg doesn’t need to do anything else, his leader’s friends understand it. He doesn’t intervene yet, he only throws out caustic remarks - he loops his gang.

Freaks!

- Or what, fuck, dick show afraid?

Hahaha

- In the shower fucking washcloth cover up. Dick small, or what? BUT?

Tom was silent, feeling his cheeks begin to burn. To slap this shit like that! To shut up once and for all.

Greg jumps off the windowsill. Comes closer.

Starts his usual fun. Put your head in the forehead and give the answer to demand. And the question, of course, is extremely offensive and it’s also such that no matter how you answer, it's not that. If you say, yes, you will receive; no, you will receive; if you remain silent, you will receive even more.Tom could not understand how to behave with this sadist.

- Why are you silent, Watson? Language swallowed? I fucking ask, are you afraid to show dick?

“No,” Tom mumbles.

- Well, fuck time pulling? I went to the tolkan - let's do it. Do not you see, fuck, the queue has already gathered? You make the boys wait. Ohuel?

- Not.

- Hooey no?

It began, damn it. Taper in a circle will drive. No - fuck no, yes - fuck on. Until you get bored. And wait for it, don't wait.

Has managed to get caught in a big break!

Tom knew that whatever he said, Greg would not lag behind. Words can not get off here. It is necessary to leave before this reptile disperses.

The boy turns around and tries to make his way through the teasers surrounding him. Dead, as you know, number. Wall stand. Chuckles, hyenas lousy. Only gregovskoy teams are waiting to pounce.

- Where, fuck, popidoril?

Rudely turns her face to herself and again for her idiotic bodani.

- I, those fucking allowed to throw? BUT? BUT? Resolved, bitch fucking no?

But what kind of bad luck is that ?!

- Noo.

- What the fuck are you fucking, then suddenly you never decide to fuck about it, mudlo? What am I, pidaras do you think? This I fag for you is simple, right? You can just fucking turn around and fuck on your bitch, huh? I'm a fagot?

Told ya. And how to be here?

- Not.

- Fuck, zaebal! What the fuck, fuckin 'off, no, no? Do you know any more words?

“Yes,” Tom replies automatically.

Damn, mentally he scolded himself, fool, fool! Do not be fooled!

- In, fuck, progress. So, fuck, I think you fag, right?

“No, Greg, I don't think so.”

- So fuck you fucking out of here doing me a fagot?

- Greg, what do you want?

- Glag s tto tibi nadyyy? - cringe.

- Fuck you fucking shorter, ebany, right?

Tom is silent. A blow to the chest will roll back against the wall. The plumbing pipe hurts under the scapula.

- So, fucking? Or bitch, no?

“Yes,” Tom surrenders.

And what would you do?

- Webanovsky ueban, fuck, uebanovic. You are?

- Yes.

Friends of his cackle with might and main.

- Give dick show!

Chill on the back.

- Greg, do you need money?

Greg, he paid regularly - so at least it was possible to get by on the screen. Maybe now get off to pay off?

- Money, fuck, and so you lay out, ebanarik. Anywhere you will not get to. Take off, bitch fucking pants!

Friends have died down. It can be seen on its own. But no one dares to pop out. Itself is more expensive.

Tom doesn't move. Gets hit podhyh. In pain, squatting. He is raised.

- Oh, sorry, sorry, do not hurt yourself?

And again seals.

Tears of impotent rage.

- Ooh, a little girl let in a little bit of water. On, shit!

Again strike.

“Hwaaaaatite,” Tom gasps out, gasping.

- Take off your pants, fucking.

Tom gets up, unzips his pants. Is waiting.

- Huilo, fuck, show come on, fuck got up?

Drops the pants.

Silence.

Then Greg bursts out laughing.

- Fucked up no luck. Shit, I somehow ... shit ... hahaha ... uh, shit, forgive me, bullshit come out ... Shit, I am somehow ashamed even Fucked up, Tom, I'm sorry, fuck. Bitch, did not know. Fuck ... haha ​​... fuck, sorry.

Run, run from these bastards!

- Tom, yes, garbage it! - rushing in pursuit. - The sprout still, fucking, not ssy ...

***

I can not, can not, can not tolerate it anymore!

Tom ran home, wiping away hot tears.

I do not care what the teachers say, absenteeism is not absenteeism, spit!

I can not go on!

Home! It's too early for parents at work. Though alone will stay.

Opens the door. Throws a backpack at the door. Fucking school! Like hell there. Rises to the second - in his room.

What is it? Noise of some kind. Stay. To listen. Someone's voice. Father, or what? Like. From his office, it seems. Tiptoe to the door. Peek into the crack. And be stunned.

Parents. In the middle of the room. Father in a tuxedo, mom in evening dress. That very bright red that Tom liked so much. Mom was always in him like a goddess. So father said. Aphrodite.

That's just ... that's just ....