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Nameless	By : secretspydots Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Avenged Sevenfold Views: 665 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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My story. Their lives. Don't own or know 'em. Probably didn't happen because most of them are married.
I also don't know how to properly indent things so all of the paragraphs are kind of mushed together. It's my first time doing the sort of thing so maybe someone could tell me how to indent properly?
“Let me go! Do not touch me! Let me fucking go!” I try to squirm my way to freedom but he holds me tighter, I fail. “Please don't? Please let me go, please?” I feel myself beg before the red metal makes contact with the skin on my leg, right below my knee on the inner calf. It's excruciating. I have never been in more pain in my entire life. The pain seems to throw my body into shock, making me very cold except where they are just now lifting the metal from. My heart is beating against my rips, too quickly for comfort. I wonder if I'm going to die. Sharp, overwhelming pains start to shot from the wound, making me wince and try to move his arms from mine. My vision is blurry from crying so much, I cannot see well and my hands are trembling too much to work, I fail again. The tears are burning the lacerations on my face, from one of their rings.
The guy with the metal is very tall, a few inches taller than the rest of them. I do not know or even recognize him but see him handing the metal and torch to another guy I don't recognize. The only one I know is the one behind me, Matt. He seemed uneasy when they pulled out the torch and metal but still is keeping me here, which confuses me. I thought that even if we didn't talk a lot, my friendships with Brandan, his and my best friend, and Valery, his girlfriend, would have made us closer than this. “Now what should I do with him? He's gay. Want to fuck him?” the tall one asks, pushing blond locks from his face.
“Let me fucking go!” I manage to break away from Matt's grip long enough to punch the guy. “Let me go or I'll wipe blood all over you and give you all AIDS!” I growl when he grabs me again. I mange to punch him but immediately regret it when his fist slams into my kidney. “Please let me go, Matt, please?” I beg, more quietly. The pain is still unbearable and is beginning to make me very dizzy. I'm out of breath. I seem to be breathing shallow, I am too afraid to catch my breath.
“I think we should let him go, he probably does have AIDS. Plus, it's a guy, right?” Matt speaks over my shoulder. I realize this is an attempt in my defense but not enough. He should let me go.
“Yeah, let's just clean the wound for him and let him get on with is fairy-ass, queer life.” Another one comes from the shadows with a jar of water. It looks dirty.
I try to loosen the restraints on my legs to get away but cannot. They're too tight, too strong. “Just let me go!”
He laughs and kneels between my legs. The jar tips over the new burn and stings a lot.
“You fucking stupid mother fucking idiotic waste of fucking oxygen! Stop it you fucking cunt!” I yell and try to kick him, trying to break the restraints. I try to punch him but Matt holds my arms tightly against my chest. It was ocean water. It hurts like crazy.
“He cannot get away. I want to fuck him. I've got a condom.” The tall one moves one between his index and middle fingers.
“It is not a good idea, man. I don't think you should.” Matt says before I can yell my pleas for him to stop.
“Just hold him if you don't want to.” He undoes his belt buckle and starts unfastening his pants.
I try to squirm and yell again but Matt folds my arms into an “X” on my chest and his hand covers my mouth. I bite his hand as hard as I can but I only get his teeth in my neck as a response.
The tall one kneels between my legs and pulls my boxers down. “How could He have gotten AIDS if He wasn't a fucking slut, Shads?” he asks, putting the condom on.
I am between Matt's legs, leaning on him at about a forty-five degree angle. I try to get out of the restraints again but cannot free myself.
“You shouldn't force it on him, regardless what he dos willingly. Get up.” Matt commands and stands up. “Josh, take the restraints off from him. Get off him.” He demands from the other guy.
“Fuck you! No!”
“Isn't it odd to you that the only one here without a hard on at the thought of two guys fucking is the guy you all think is gay?” He spits and undoes my leg restraints. “Come on, I'll take you home.” He offers me his hand.
“You cannot take him home! He'll call the cops!” He emphases the 'not.'
“I do not care,” Matt replies flatly, grabbing my arm and pulling me up. “Come on.” He grabs my pants and leads me to his car, probably 200 feet away from the group.
It is really difficult for me to walk. I am limping really bad. I follow him, thou. I guess even if he betas or rapes me, hopefully I will be closer to a phone to call Brandan. I need him.
He helps me sit down and goes around. “I know you hate me but I am really sorry. Where do you live? I will take you home.”
“In Newport. Just drop me off at a train station.” I say quietly. I do not understand him. I don't really even want to understand him. He probably doesn't realize I am Brandan's friend. Brandan calls me 'James' and I go by 'Jim' at school. The only time I have met him with Brandan I was in a costume for a Halloween party. He probably doesn't know I'm the one who is friends with Valery because he's never with us. But am I not human? Do I not deserve rights? Do I deserve to be beaten and branded?
“I don't mind driving you to Newport. I think the trains are slowing down.” He asks on the road.
I shrug. I do not want to talk to him. I am trembling from pain and fear and it's his fault. I could have taken all of them except him. It's not my fault that I am not trained to take down fucking tanks. “Turn here.” I say after around twenty minutes of silence. I guide him to a park. “This is good.”
He parks. “Sorry again. Do you need to call anyone?” He offers me his cell phone.
“No.” I walk to the bathrooms. I need to wash my face but it's locked. I look around to see Matt has left, I start towards Brandan's house, but it hurts too much to walk so I call him from the pay phone.
“Hello?” Brandan yawns. He was sleeping and doesn't even try to hide it.
“Hey, Bran. Will you come get me?” I try to sound stable but can her my failure clearly.
“Where you at?”
I tell him the park's name. “I know it's not far but it's hard for me to walk” I sit on a bench by the phone and start crying.
“It's okay. I will be there in a couple of minutes. What happened?”
“Some guys surrounded me. They beat me up. I could have taken all of them but the one I couldn't held me for the rest of them. They branded...” I lift up my jean leg and start crying harder. “fag' into my leg. It hurts really bad. It hurts to walk.” I wipe my eyes. I will never be able to wear shorts again, go surfing, to the beach or swimming. They branded 'fag' on my leg.
“Bloody fucking hell. Don't freak out on me.” He hangs up and I feel his hands on my shoulders. “I am here.” He leans down and gives me a hug from behind and kisses my cheek gently. “Let me see.”
I lift my leg to put it across my other one so He, behind me, can see. “It hurts really bad, Bran. I'm like super cold except it is really hot. I am not gay or even bi. I like girls. Do I come off that gay?” I look down at the pretty clean-cut lettering. “I'll have to wear pants the rest of my life. I can never go to the beach again.” I sob, hiding my face in my hands. I'm so embarrassed and hurt. I just want to curl up and die, which makes me feel even more like a fucking pussy. I got my ass handed to me and what did I do? Laid there and take it then went and cried like a little fucking school girl who scrapped her knee.
“No, but it's not even about that, it's just them being fucking idiots. Fuck them. Come on. I'll take you home.” He comes around and helps me stand then puts my arm around his shoulder and his around me, helping me walk. “Maybe my mom could look at it, make sure it will turn out okay. It looks really bad to me.” He asks as we reach his car.
“Can't we just get stuff tomorrow or something? I don't want her to see.”
“If you think it's best. Here.” He takes his hoodie off and gives it to me. He walks around and starts his car as I put it on.

“Bran, can I stay with you for a couple of days? Paul is really pissing me off. Do you or your mom mind?” I ask, stretching. His mom was on the couch when we walked in last night so she cleaned the burn, wrapped it and gave me meds that knocked me out. I slept with Brandan like I used to every weekend until I was about fifteen. Well... last year.
“You're welcome wherever I am. You can stay as long as you want, James. I work now so I'm not home a lot but you have a key. I can drop you off in Huntington for school in the mornings but you'll have to figure your own way home.” He says getting dressed, he just got out of the shower.
“Okay, thank you. Should I take a shower or wait until your mom is here to rewrap this?”
“I can rewrap it for you. She left the stuff with me. Your face is all tear stained, I'd take a shower. Do you want help taking it off?”
“Um...” I try to get it off but cannot find the end, “yeah.”
He comes over, kneels down between my legs and starts pulling it off. “Better not get used to this.” He smirks.
“Aw, why not?” I smirk back. It doesn't hurt until he gets the gauze roll stuff off and pulls the gauze pad off. I suck in a deep breath and bite my tongue, trying not to cry.
“I'm sorry, James. I tried to be gentle. There you go. My mom said to remind you not to use any form of soap, just water. I'll be downstairs.” He stands back up.
“Okay.” I try to stand up but end up flat on my face. Apparently my leg hurts too much to stand up, literally. “Jesus fucking Christ! I'm going to fucking kill the mother fucking fucking waste of fucking oxygen!” I hiss and push myself up. I will not let this control me.
“I will help you shower, then feed you so you can take meds. Come on.” He helps me up.
“I will just clean off. Are you making me pancakes?” I let him walk me into his bathroom and to his sink.
“Um, no. We only have like twenty minutes. I was going to get you a cinnamon roll. My mom got them for me but I don't really like them. I'll just stay here with you, or can you stand now?”
Better prepared, I put most of my weight on the leg not burned and stand on my own. “I can do it.”

“Thank you, Bran. See you tonight.” I get out from his car and swing my book bag over my shoulders. I fucking hate this school.
“Later. Oh, wait. Here, it's my mom's. Call me if they fuck with you again. I am working in Huntington today so don't think twice about it.” He hands me a cell phone.
“Okay, thanks.” I put the phone in my pocket and watch him drive off. I start walking to the building and the tall guy walks by and pushes me. I back fist him as hard as I possibly can and start punching him after I follow him to the ground, straddling his stomach.
By the time someone pulls me off him, blood is everywhere. His face is pretty fucked up and blood is coming from his nose and lip. I kick him then I'm pulled back further. I squirm out of his grip and look back, just a random do-gooder, I go to walk off but end up in the middle of the guys from last night plus a couple of their friends, excluding Matt. I did not even see them coming.
“Dude, what the fuck? What the fuck are you doing? Do you want to fucking die?” One says and shoves me. He is bigger than the rest of his pack here but was the one pouring the ocean water on me last night. The only others I recognize in the group are Zack Baker and Brian Haner, they weren't there last night.
“I fucking dare you to try, motherfucker!” I shove him back. He goes to punch me but I move quickly and use the force of him coming at me to lead him to the ground and I quickly start pounding his face in, knowing I have to do the most damage as I can in the short amount of time I will get. I hate both of them. Him and the tall one. I hate them. I want them dead, so they cannot torture other people.
“Jim, calm down. I don't know what's going on between you two but it's done.” Zack pulls me off and continues to hold me. He steps us both back so I cannot kick the mother fucker anymore.
Brian kneels down and helps the tall guy up. “I'm taking him to the ER. Can you control them if him and Matt go at it? He's coming over.”
“Yeah, go.” He says to Him and rubs my arm. “Calm down.” He almost whispers.
“Where'd Brian go with Ash and Josh? Why are you holding him?” Matt asks oddly, knowing he missed something.
“He just beat the shit out of both of them. Brain is taking them to the ER. Ash is really bad.”
“Let me go! Let me go!” I yell when the guy with Matt steps closer to me. “Zack, I like you but don't think I won't fuck you up if you don't let me go!” I squirm more, trying to get from his grip.
“Plague, don't fuck with him. The others put him through hell last night.” He pulls the other one back and looks at me. “I am really sorry. Let him go, Zack.”
I walk off when freed and into the stupid school building and straight to the office. The cop was following me. I am not stupid. I have been through the routine before. They go back to watch the tapes and I sit and read my book. I get about a hundred pages read before my mom walks in in her work clothes. She's a doctor so she wears scrubs. I must really be in trouble if they called her before yelling and threatening me to call her if I didn't confess something or rather.
She signs papers and comes over to me. “They said it started out as self defense but you went too far. They're kicking you out of the school for fighting, again. Come on.” She says in the 'If I thought it would change anything, you would be in real big trouble' tone.
I get it a lot. I stand up and follower her outside, to her car, and get in.
“James, why are you limping?”
“My leg hurts.”
“From what? Here, I bought you a drink.” She hands me a smoothie.
“I do not want to talk about it.” I take a drink of the drink and look away. My eyes swell up with tears just thinking about it. Fag. Forever. It hurts so bad.
“I do.” She pulls out.
I keep drinking. Maybe if I ignore her, she'll forget about it. I almost think it is working until we've parked, looking out to the ocean. God damn it. No way to get of it now. We're fucking in our “mom wants to have a heart-to-heart conversation'' spot. It's not that I do not like her because I do really love her a lot, and I like her. I just don't want to talk to her about it. “I do not want to talk about it. It's not a big deal.”
“Then why are you crying?”
I just look out the window.
“We're not going anywhere, I'm off the rest of the day.”
“They branded me, okay?”
“And that's a big deal, James! Let me see it.” Her stubborn voice gets booted by super mom quickly.
I shake my head because I think my voice wouldn't work properly. When I realize her gaze is still on me, even when I ignore her, I lift up my pant leg and show her. It looks awful. It's bloody and swollen. Fresh blood is oozing out because I pulled the gauze off.
“Hon, that looks horrible. What did they use?” She looks at it closely.
“A metal thing and a torch, then they poured ocean water on it.” My voice is very quiet, shaky.
“I cannot believe anyone would do this. I am sure it can be removed once it has healed. Who wrapped it for you?”
“Brandan's mom did last night and Brandan did this morning. They put ointment on it, it just still hurts.”
“Well, I would imagine so. I will take you and get it taken care of properly. Why did you go to Brandan's instead of coming home?”
“Paul would have just agreed with them and laughed at me. I want to stay with Brandan a couple of days. It's quieter there.”
“I do not know why you two have to constantly be at each other's throats. You can stay with Brandan for a couple days and I will talk to Paul, okay?”
“Okay. Can I go to school in Newport?”
“No. You're going back to Prep. I should not have taken you out in the first place. You did much better there.” I was in a private school, that I loved, but when Paul and my mom got married, they decided it was too expensive to send me there. It was unfair for me to be in a different school than my new siblings just because they are dumb asses.
“Okay. I will be behind.”
“You will catch up. You're very smart. Can you stay home so I can get you enrolled and go to Brandan's tomorrow?”
“Can't we just do it now?” I try to get out of it. It is not even 1pm yet.
“Okay. Anything else you have to say?” She goes to start the car.
“No.”
She takes me to school and I get to sit while she signs papers. I've only been away for a semester. “James, what's your grade in your English class?”
“Like 110% or some shit.” I go back to reading. I like this school because it's not a Catholic school. It's just really accelerated and very selective. So, I do not have to wear a uniform, deal with complete morons and they don't care what I look like. I can read. No one fucks with me here because they are too busy trying to keep up in classwork.
“Okay, thank you.” She says about thirty minutes later and hands me my schedule. Only half days. “You'll have English and Calculus during the summer.”
I shrug and follow her out. She takes me to her hospital and cleans out my burn really well, then gives me antibiotic and pain reliever shots. It starts working right away, which is nice. Then we go home.
Paul comes home when I am packing some clothes and starts shit. “Where do you think you are going?” He asks, leaning against my door frame.
“You don't care. Leave me alone.” I shove a couple of hoodies into the duffel bag and zip it up. I already had regular clothes for school and stuff.
“You're not going anywhere until you lose your attitude. You can stay here.”
“Whatever.” I shrug and put my shoes back on. I go to walk out but he stops me. “Let me through.” I say through my teeth. He pisses me off so much. He wants to be my dad but my mom is good enough for two parents, I don't need another.
“No. You're staying here, I'm grounding you until you lose your attitude.”
“Mom!” I yell over his shoulder. She already said I could go.
“Aw, calling for mommy's help. You're such a pansy. Are you going to cry on her shoulder and let her hold you until you feel better, too?” He asks in a voice that would imply that I was an infant.
I back fist him and to my surprise, he falls just as hard as the other two I have done that to today.

I kick his ribs, then his stomach twice. “Whose a fucking pussy now, mother fucker?” I kick his ribs again.
“James, stop!” My mom yells at me and helps him up, asking if he is okay.
He goes into this huge rant about the pain in his ribs.
“What is going on here, James? Why did you do this?” She asks.
I probably would have answered her normally if he hadn't cut in with “He has no discipline! He's out of control. Maybe if you put your foot down once in a while He wouldn't think this, violence for no reason or cause, is acceptable. I do not think he should go anywhere until he loses his attitude.”
“You know what? Fuck you. If you didn't call me a fucking pussy all the fucking time, I wouldn't fucking have to punch your face in, you stupid prick.”
“Excuse me?” He broadens his shoulders.
“You heard me.”
“Enough! I expect my son to act sixteen, his rightful age, but not you!” She raises his voice to him then looks back at me. “This is unacceptable, James. You cannot just go around hurting people. You will end up in jail. You may have broken his ribs, over what?”
“Over him constantly implying that I'm the worst thing on the entire planet and that I am like a fucking plague in what would be a perfect world without me. If you do not want me here, I will leave.”
“Do not curse at me. You know I do not feel that way. You're home is right here.”
“What does it matter if you don't if you let the other three treat me like it all the time? I still have three people constantly on my back here.”
“I let them? James, I didn't know! It will not continue. Why are you shaking? Are you okay?”
“I am fine.” I lie. My leg is hurting real bad and something is just... wrong. I don't know what it is. My vision keeps getting blurry, stabling out and then going blurry again.
“He is faking it. He always does this. He gets sick every time you try to 'talk' to him about this anger problem of his. He is manipulating you. He has you wrapped around his finger and you don't even realize it. James, stop acting like a little girl and go to your room. I need to talk to your mom.”
“Fuck you. I hope I fucking punctured your god damn fucking lung.” I pick my duffel bag up and walk down the stairs.
“James, please just give me a couple of minutes? I want to make sure you are okay.” She yells from upstairs.
“I'm faking it, remember?”
Christine looks at me. “Shut up, fag, I'm trying to watch this.”
“No amount of plastic surgery could fix your face, bitch.” I walk out and get into Brandan's car. “Go.” I demand when the house door opens again.
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