Date: Wed, 18 Jul 2012 10:04:01 -0700 (PDT) From: Eric Foster Subject: In Time part 14 Disclaimer: this story contains sexual material. If you are not 18 or over, or this is not legal in your country you should not read any further. This material may offend if you find homosexual acts offensive or homosexual acts between younger boys offensive. All similarities between this story's plot line, characters, names, places, or any other item are purely coincidence In Time The light streamed in through the windows at around 3:00 in the afternoon. Jacob was still lying in his bed, feeling exhausted. He had a continual series of nightmares last night and didn't get much sleep. He got out of bed, looked at his watch, and quickly went downstairs and grabbed a piece of fruit to eat before he went out. "Jacob...where are you going?" came a voice from behind Jacob. Alex stood a few feet away with a puzzled and slightly worried look on his face. He didn't know why Jacob would be heading out and he seemed to be getting more emotionally unstable. "I...I just wanted to go out for a bit...I'll be back," Jacob replied. He saw Alex's mouth open, but he didn't allow him to get a word in before he went through the door and closed it quickly. He started to run down the street and got to the bus stop in hopes that he would be able to make it to Terry's house on time. The bus finally pulled up and Jacob quickly boarded. He sat in a seat near the back and looked out the window, his face showing signs of distress and defeat. He watched people pass by on the street and wondered how many of them understood what he was going through. How was it that despite being totally free he felt he was in jail? Why was this happening? A buzz came from his phone and he quickly pulled it out of his pocket and looked down at it. It was a text from Corey. Hey babe u busy right now? I was thinking we could go see a movie around 5? Jacob suddenly felt a sharp pain go through him. Not only was he going to have to miss an opportunity with Corey, but he was also going to have to lie to him about the reason. Anger and sadness consumed him, coupled with an overwhelming feeling of emptiness. Sorry cant this afternoon Jacob sent the text, and within a few seconds he got a text back. AWW :(. Well that's ok we'll do it another time love u :D Love u 2 Jacob sent the response back quickly and, as he typed, he felt his throat start to choke up and his eyes begin to sting with pain. He just wanted this situation to end. Despite the fact that he had a boyfriend, he was now denied access to him. Despite having finally reached a happy point in his life, everything had yet again fallen apart. It was just not right, but it had happened anyway. Finally the bus had pulled up to the block just outside the neighborhood where Terry lived. Jacob quickly looked down at his watch to check the time 3:53 He knew he only had a few minutes so he quickly went into a sprint and ran through the neighborhood. The houses were actually nice homes. They weren't as big as Jacob's own home or any of the houses in his neighborhood, but they were definitely not small. It looked to be a nice upper middle class area. He continued to run and finally he arrived at the right address literally 1 minute before 4:00. He saw a huge jacked up truck in the driveway but no other cars were around. He walked up to the door and rang the bell. He heard some footsteps and then the door opened. There stood the boy of his nightmares and the boy who was trying to ruin everything. It was Terry. He was wearing a torn T-shirt that had a huge Budweiser logo. He also had on the same brown work boots and torn baggy jeans, as well as a belt with a huge silver buckle that showed a deer and said "BUCK. " He looked just as greasy and smelled as badly as he had when Jacob first met him. Does this asshole even know what the fuck a shower is? Jacob thought to himself as Terry flashed another evil grin and let out a low laugh. "So you came? Well I got a job for you so come with me," Terry said as he walked inside and started to go toward the stairs. Jacob quickly walked in behind him and closed the door, keeping a distance from the older boy as he went up the stairs. They finally reached to the top of the staircase and took a left down a hallway. They went towards a door on the right at the end of the hall. Terry opened it and walked in. Jacob hesitantly went inside the room and instantly realized it was Terry's room. It had a sour smell that Jacob start to feel sick. He looked around and to describe it as a disaster zone was an understatement by far. Clothes, paper, cans, boxes, literally everything was strewn everywhere. "My mom's been bitching at me to clean it up, so I thought since fags seem to like being clean so much how about I get a fag to do it? You got three hours to get it completely clean," Terry said as he walked out of the room and threw Jacob a large trash bag. "Here." "Have fun faggot" Terry continued as he laughed and walked down the stairs. Dear god...this place should be a quarantine zone...I wonder if I'm going to die if I don't wear a hazmat suit while doing this...damnit this really does suck though...whatever I'll just try to power through it, Jacob thought as he started to sift through the piles of junk everywhere. As Jacob began to go through the piles of stuff he tried to at least start by sorting out what was garbage and what wasn't...though in all honesty it could all be counted as garbage. The things he found were nothing short of disgusting. Old beer cans, rotten food, fast food wrappers, and even an occasional used condom...he made sure he used a piece of paper at least pick it up. After what felt like an hour he finally had gotten the clothes and magazines sorted from the garbage. He started to scoop it into the trash bag, and it literally filled it to the brim. After a few minutes of wrestling with the junk he finally got the trash bag sealed and placed it outside the door. He checked his watch 6:22 Jacob didn't have very much time left. He sped up his efforts and began to put everything back in a neat and orderly fashion. He threw all the clothes in the laundry basket, stacked the magazines on the recently cleared and cleaned desk and placed all the miscellaneous things in places where they seemed to belong. Finally, after all this he had finished and stepped back a second to look around and make sure everything was clean. The room now looked much more orderly; he could actually see the floor and tell what was what. Though despite all this, it still had a sour smell, but after working there for so long he had grown used to it, and thankfully most of the smell went with the garbage, though some of it still lingered behind. Just then the door behind him opened up and Terry stood there with a sour scowl on his face. "Good you're done, now get the fuck out of my house faggot before I call the cops" Terry said harshly. Whatever asshole, I didn't want to be here anyway, Jacob thought as he walked past Terry and quickly went out the front door. He walked down the street and went to the bus stop. He looked out to see some of the cityscape since this neighborhood was on a hill. He watched the sky turn pink hue and the sun start to dip below the horizon as the afternoon cargo train rolled down the tracks heading out of town. He knew what times it ran usually because the tracks passed directly in front of his school. Many times he had wished that he could just take that train and watch the rolling plains and dream-like sun sets pass him by as he went away. Then when the train finally stopped he would see his dream boy standing there waiting to embrace him. But now that he had his dream boy, he just wished that they could take that train and go away from this town. Away from the problems, the hate. Cut the drama and just skip to the happily ever after. I swear Corey...one day you and I will get our happily ever after because I know this is meant to last It was around 5:00 on Sunday afternoon. Jacob had been doing nothing all day minus the occasional attempt to distract himself on the computer or watch some T.V. He had wanted to hang out with Corey and have some fun since he hadn't been able to since Monday, but Corey's parents were having a potential new client over their house for the day, and the whole family was involved. It was a multi-million dollar deal so they had spent all day preparing the house. As a result, Corey wasn't able to hang out at all. The only positive about the day was that he had received a text from the bully (Jacob referred to him as an asshole in his mind) that read: Even god rests on Sundays so you and your homo boyfriend can have the day off Jacob was at least thankful for that. Yet it bothered him that when he finally had the chance, he still wasn't going to be able to hang out with Corey. He wanted so badly to just be able to embrace him again and have casual conversations and go out on more dates. It was because of all these desires and hopes that he had finally come to a conclusion. He decided that he needed to tell Corey and explain the situation to him. He knew that this was risking outing both of them, and that they probably would continue to be tormented by this bully and others. Yet despite this, he just didn't want to go through this alone anymore. Jacob knew deep down that their relationship was strong enough to withstand a lot of things, and he knew that if they were outed, they could stand against whatever life threw at them, together. Just then his phone buzzed and he quickly looked down. It was a text from Corey. Hey Jakey, I have a few free minutes, want to meet up in the park and hang for a bit b4 the guests get here? Jacob's eyes widened at the amazingly convenient timing and he also reveled in the thought of just hanging out with Corey again. He quickly replied yes and stripped off his clothes. He grabbed a pair of running shorts and an athletic shirt as well as some running shoes. Jacob burst out the front door and began to run as quickly as possible to the park where Corey would meet him. Since he didn't have his bike anymore (ok well he had it but would not ride it) he was forced to run. Usually it would take him 3 or 5 minutes on his bike, but running the distance was totally different; it was going to take him at least 10 to 15 minutes. He was getting close and finally after a sprint on the home stretch, he arrived at the park. He entered and there in the middle of the soccer field stood Corey. He was dressed in black dress pants that were tight fitting. A black coat with a black dress shirt and dark blue tie accompanied the pants as well as some very nice black dress shoes and gold and black watch. His hair had a bit more curl to it and looked angel soft. He looked beyond stunning and Jacob began to wonder why a modeling agent hadn't already noticed this boy? He quickly smiled and started to walk towards Jacob. As approached, Jacob could smell that he was wearing some cologne. Jacob took a deep breath and found the smell very seductive. "Like the smell?" Corey said with a humorous look on his face. "I love it...what are you wearing?" "Porsche Design, The Essence...it smells amazing!" "I'll say," Jacob said with a grin. "So guess what?" Corey said, obviously excited by something. "Ok I'm going to guess what," Jacob said, playing off Corey's question. Corey rolled his eyes sarcastically and started to laugh along with Jacob. "But seriously guess." "Ok what's up?" "I qualified for the 200 free for THE COUNTY MEET!" Corey said with a huge grin. "Dude that's great but..." "Seriously, I didn't even think I would get to go to the county meet this early on. It's freaking awesome!" Corey said, the excitement still filling him. Jacob knew that Corey was extremely happy, and that if he spoke to him as planned, it would destroy his happiness almost instantly. Plus, he had to be ready for a dinner meeting with his parents, and was expected to be in top form to help them secure what could be a multi-million dollar deal. He suddenly realized that tonight just wasn't the right night to tell Corey. Jacob felt his heart sink to his feet. He stared off a bit behind Corey's shoulders, lost in his rekindled feelings of despair. Corey quickly caught on to this change and wondered why Jacob seemed so distant. Oh...it's because he wanted to spend some time together...aww poor Jakey well I should at least do something for him Corey thought as he took a few steps closer. He then wrapped his arms around Jacob and pulled him in close. He began to passionately kiss him on the lips and started to feel him up under his shirt. Jacob didn't really know how to react. He didn't want to be doing this in public with this bully after him, but he didn't want Corey to freak out and think something else. Ultimately he just went along with it. Corey then took a step back and reached his hand down into Jacob's shorts. Jacob wasn't wearing anything underneath because he was only going for a quick run. Corey felt for Jacob's penis and took a hold of it. He began to fondle Jacob's tip and roll it around in his hand. Corey then leaned in and whispered into Jacob's ear. "Don't worry Jakey, I'll give you more attention later and I promise that we'll..." but before Corey could get the rest of his sentence out his phone buzzed. He quickly read it and looked up at Jacob, annoyed. "Damn...my dad's guests will be here soon. I'll see you in school tomorrow babe. Love you" Corey said as he leaned in and gave Jacob a quick on the lips. "I love you too, Corey," Jacob said with a half hearted smile. Corey quickly turned around and headed back to his house. Jacob began to walk down the street. He didn't feel in any rush to get home quickly and felt the emptiness return. The hollow feeling only allowed the sadness to resonate and echo even more inside of him. Once again, his cloud nine with Corey was crashing down out of the sky. His eyes stung and he took a few raspy breaths as he did his best to hold back the tears that were trying so hard to escape. He didn't want to start sobbing in the middle of the street. He took one last look back towards Corey's house and remembered when things were happier. When it didn't seem that it could get any better. When everything had seemed perfect, and now he began to wonder if it had all been too good to be true. Finally, Monday had come and gone with no word from his tormentor. In fact, Jacob hadn't received a single text or note from the bully all day. Sadly, he hadn't been able to spend any time with Corey because practice for the upcoming meet had gone overtime so they didn't have a chance to be together. Yet he was happy that at least he had gotten a bit more free time for himself. Most of the time, though, he spent studying for a huge math test the next day. Jacob had been trying to study for it all week and weekend, but because of the additional stress he had found it very hard to concentrate. He looked over at the clock. 7:50 Good, so he's finally left me alone, well I've maybe got a chance at doing well if I just focus Jacob thought as he again looked over some equations. Just then his phone buzzed and he quickly picked it up to look at the screen. Hey faggot I ordered a pizza and I don't want to pay delivery charges. It's a meat lover for Windsor. Go pick it up and bring it to me or else. 136 South Main street Telson New Mexico 75003 Anger rushed into Jacob's veins. He literally wanted to shout at this person and tell him to just fuck off. Yet he knew that he didn't really have any other options. Jacob put some clothes on and quickly but quietly snuck down the stairs. He looked around and didn't see anyone. He then ran to the front door, dashed out, and started to head down the street. He got to the bus stop and waited for the bus to arrive. Finally after about a five minute wait the bus arrived and he managed to arrive at the pizza place about 17 minutes later. I hope this asshole doesn't expect me to pay, this guy is such a fucker Jacob thought as he walked inside. Normally he loved pizza, but at this very moment he didn't care if the whole place went up in flames. He just hated every aspect of this situation. Jacob quickly walked up to the counter. "I'm here to pick up a meat lover's for Windsor," Jacob said to the cashier. The cashier looked into the warming drawer and quickly found the pizza. "Ah here we go, ok so it's already been paid for. Enjoy the pizza," the cashier said as he handed Jacob the pizza. Jacob quickly took the pizza and walked out the door with it in one hand. He walked up to the bus stop and sat down waiting for the bus. Then he decided that maybe he could at least do something to the pizza since this guy was being such an asshole to him. He opened up the box and hesitated. If this guy found out that he had messed with the pizza, it would be all over. He shouldn't do anything or else... Wait I wonder who the fuck this person is anyway Jacob thought as he moved the lid down a bit to look at the label Terry Windsor What a shitty name Jacob thought as he opened up the pizza box again and looked down at it. Then he drew up as much saliva as he could in his mouth and spat directly into the center of the pizza. He rubbed it around a bit so that Terry wouldn't notice that he had spat in it. He smirked quickly to himself knowing that even if Terry didn't realize it he had at least gotten a little payback. The bus finally arrived and Jacob quickly boarded. When he finally arrived in Terry's neighborhood, he headed straight to Terry's house. He felt his stomach do knots as he walked up to the front door, since he knew what lived in that horrid household. He rang the bell and almost immediately the door opened up and Terry stood before him. He was wearing nearly identical clothing to the last time, and looked just as greasy and disgusting. Jacob was almost convinced that this person never took showers, or if he did they were in grease. He even smelled just as bad, and Jacob wondered if he was going to be sick from that alone. "Finally. You're slow as fuck. Now bring it in," Terry said as Jacob walked in behind him. Terry led him into the den where he took a seat on the couch and turned on the TV as he started to take sips from a beer can. Jacob placed the pizza on the table and was turning around to leave when suddenly Terry spoke up. "Where the hell do you think you're going?" he spat angrily. "I was going to go home and..." but Terry cut him off midway in his sentence. "Nope, you're staying here and you're going to feed it to me," Terry said pointing to his mouth. "Can't you do that on your own?" Jacob said in an annoyed tone "Maybe I can. But then, I guess you don't care if I send the photos I got of you...oh and that includes a new one I got also," Terry said in a laugh. Jacob was momentarily confused by Terry's statement when suddenly his phone buzzed. He looked at his phone and saw a text message from Terry. It showed Corey sticking his hands into Jacobs's pants at the park. "I thought you said we had that day off?!" "I never said I wouldn't get pictures of you still" Terry said laughing. God fucking damnit Jacob thought He walked over to the table, grabbed a slice of pizza from the box, and made his way towards Terry, who looked at him with a frown. "Cut the damn thing up first," Terry said. Jacob walked to the kitchen and looked for a pizza cutter or knife he could use to cut it up. He finally found one and walked back into the den. He then grabbed the slice and cut it up into small pieces. Then he held the plate towards Terry expecting him to grab it. "I'm using my hands for the remote and beer...so feed it to me faggot," Terry said without looking at Jacob. Jacob was about to throw the pizza in his face, but then remembered the situation he was in. He just had to bear through it. He gritted his teeth and let out an angry sigh. He leaned over and, while staying as far away as possible, he put the pizza in Terry's mouth. While still chewing the piece Terry barked: "More faggot!" Jacob then grabbed the next piece and continued this cycle of cutting up the slices and feeding them to Terry until finally Terry had eaten the whole damn pizza. He was also drunk as hell after what was about his 7th or 8th beer. Terry was barely conscious when Jacob had finally finished. "Whereaz rest fa..(hiccup) get?" Terry said slurring his speech. "You ate it all," Jacob said pissed as hell that he was even here. "Fuckin pizzzizia place...ruieppen mee off (hiccup)," Terry said as he tried to get up but stumbled backwards onto the couch. "Hey, how the fuck am I supposed to get home? It's 11 at night and the busses don't run?" Jacob said even more pissed as he realized his predicament. Terry didn't respond; he had passed out on the couch and was making loud snoring noises and drooling. What a fucking asshole...well maybe this is an opportunity for something Jacob thought as he pulled out his phone. He then took a picture of Terry with the beer can still in his hand and all the beers around him while he was passed out on the couch. The logic was that if he found a way out of this situation, he would at least be able to get back at Terry and get him in trouble not only for what he was doing to him now, but also for whatever else he could get the asshole in trouble for. Jacob looked down at his watch the check the time again. 11:07 He quickly darted out the front door and ran down the street. Jacob knew he was going to have to run all the way home because the busses didn't run this late and he didn't have any other way home. It was a crappy situation and it pissed him off beyond belief, but it was for him and Corey; otherwise, he would have told Terry to fuck off a long time ago. Tuesday afternoon, and just as Jacob had expected, his math test went dismally. He was exhausted and in fact the teachers had asked if he was feeling ok. Everyone had begun to notice that he was slipping in school, and Corey was becoming more and more worried about him and why he was so closed off to even a light kiss when no one was around. Yet Jacob insisted that he was fine and that he simply hadn't slept well. He knew none of his teachers had believed him, and he knew that they suspected something was up despite his assurances. He just hoped that they wouldn't figure it out, because the second Terry knew then he would send out the pictures and everyone would know. He just didn't want to risk it. Jacob was sitting alone in his room trying to think of some way out without anyone knowing. Then he realized that if Terry didn't have his phone with the pictures and texts on it, he could get out of the situation intact. Wait I could've stolen it while he was passed out last night...FUCK WHY DIDN'T I DO THAT!! Jacob thought as he slapped himself on the forehead. He was pissed that he hadn't thought of it earlier because he could have easily ended it all with that one simple move. Suddenly his phone buzzed and he quickly looked down. It was a message from Terry. Meet me here faggot in 20 minutes. 973 First Industrial Blvd Telson New Mexico 75003 Jacob wondered what his task would be this time and prayed it wouldn't be as bad as his last task of having to hand feed him. He yet again set out to catch a bus and within 15 minutes he was walking up to the building that Terry had chosen for their meeting. It looked like it was a garage of some type but junk was strewn everywhere and it looked extremely disorganized. Based on the disorganization of it all, it seemed like a place Terry would love. Jacob walked up to the door that was beside the garage and entered. Once he got in he looked to his left to see a large black truck. It was jacked up about two feet and was obviously modified. It also had a huge pair of black rubber balls dangling from the rear fender and was caked in mud everywhere. Is he serious....this guy really is a dumbass Jacob thought as he walked in. In the corner stood Terry, looking at him with his signature evil grin. As usual, it appeared as though he had never taken a shower. Jacob was now convinced he probably didn't even know what a shower was. "Ok faggot my truck is dirty and I want it to sparkle. I'll give you two hours and this is what you can use," Terry said as he walked towards Jacob holding a toothbrush in one hand and a water bucket in the other. "Are you fucking kidding?!" Jacob said, almost entirely fed up with this whole situation. "And you have to do it in your underwear," Terry said laughing his ass off. "WHAT!!" Jacob said practically yelling now. "It's that or I forward this to everyone in school," Terry said again laughing as he pulled out his phone and showed him the pictures. Jacob found himself torn, but despite how angry he was, he gave in. He took off his pants and then his shirt hesitantly and stood there in nothing but his underwear and tennis shoes. Terry instantly started laughing as Jacob snatched the toothbrush out of his hand and took the water bucket over to the truck and began to scrub the dirt off of it. "God you must have a small dick, I don't even see a bump there, are you even a boy? My five year old cousin has a bigger package than you," Terry said taunting Jacob. Jacob was doing his very best to simply tune Terry out and focus on getting off the dirt. Neither was an easy task by any means. Then suddenly Jacob heard a click and felt startled as he looked over to see Terry taking pictures of him with his phone. He was about to put up protest but decided ultimately that he just had to ignore him or he may go over the edge and he may end up in a situation he didn't want to be in...even less than he wanted to be in this one. Jacob sped up his work and just barely managed to squeeze in getting the right side of the truck clean in an hour. He kept up a brisk pace all while Terry was taunting him about his small dick size and how stupid he looked. Jacob had learned to just simply act as if he weren't there and by doing this he was able to focus on getting the truck cleaned. The work was grueling and he was getting mud and dirt all over himself and he desperately needed a shower once he got home. The toothbrush's bristles were starting to come off so he now had to use the raw plastic to clean it off with, and this was by no means easily. He kept trying to go as fast as he could but it always seemed as though he was about to run out of time. Plus, Terry wasn't helping at all with his continuous taunting, which only helped to further build Jacob's frustration. Finally, after another grueling hour, Jacob had gotten the left side of the truck clean and now the whole thing was as close to clean as it would get by using a toothbrush. "There, can I go now!?" Jacob said annoyed. "Sure faggot but your clothes are outside," Terry pointed. Jacob saw that just outside the door were his clothes. Apparently while Jacob was so focused, Terry had taken them and thrown them outside to further his humiliation. Jacob became pissed and started to storm out of the room towards the door when suddenly Terry called to him. Jacob turned around and Terry threw a bucket filled with a mixture of mud and dirt at him. Jacob was now covered from head to toe in mud and what he thought was motor oil. He quickly grabbed his underwear and took it off since it was now totally soiled. He hoped that maybe he could at least keep from getting the rest of his clothes dirty if he could find a towel. "Woah, there it is! The little dick!" Terry shouted. Terry pulled out his phone and snapped a picture while Jacob tried to cover himself, but he was too late. Terry shoved Jacob out the door and locked it behind him. Jacob could clearly hear him laughing from inside and at that moment the only thing he wanted to do was beat Terry to a pulp. He pulled up his underwear and tried to brush as much of the dirt and oil off himself as he could. He then quickly put his clothes back on and started to walk down the street towards the bus stop. It was already 10 at night, and the late night buses would be running so he would just barely catch the last one. He finally got to the bus stop and sat down. Then he saw a few fragments of a broken mirror and was able to see his reflection in one of the fragments with the light from the streetlight above shining down on him. His face was streaked in dirt and mud and motor oil was dripping from his hair. The emotions welled up inside him and finally reality came crashing down. He felt the tears well up and start to run down his cheeks. He started to sob uncontrollably and was hardly able to breathe as a result of the tears. He felt as if the world was closing in, the emptiness was echoing his sadness, and he just wanted this situation to end. He just didn't want to be here right now. Why me.... It was third period math, Thursday afternoon, though it may as well have been hell for Jacob. He was exhausted not only from all the excess stress and worrying as a result of Terry, but also because of all the grueling tasks he had him do. The night before, Terry had called him over at 7 and ordered him to do all of his homework and makeup work that he hadn't completed. Jacob didn't even understand some of it since Terry was a junior and was forced to have to guess. As a result, Jacob didn't get home until about 12 at night and now felt that he was getting close to snapping. He was on the fringe and was not only emotionally drained but physically as well. Jacob was beginning to sleep in class and started slipping in his grades. His parents were becoming extremely worried as well as his friends and Corey. His teachers were also insisting that he tell them what was wrong but he kept repeating that he just wasn't feeling too well and that he would be fine soon. He had begun to wonder why they didn't just send him to the counselor, but he assumed it was probably because they were busy. The school had always had a limited staff, especially in its counseling department, and sadly it took them fairly long to get to any individual student about a problem. Generally, it was a better idea to just see an outside therapist if it was a personal issue not dealing with grades or the school specifically. Jacob was starting to nod off when suddenly his phone vibrated a bit. The teacher had handed out a worksheet for people to work on and was sitting at his desk looking up something on his computer. Jacob put the phone onto his lap and read the text. I heard fags are good at sucking things. Third story bathroom in the social studies area, you got two minutes to get your ass here Jacob felt panic hit him. He knew very well what this boy wanted from him and he did not want to do it. It was a horrible thought. Then one last desperate cry came from somewhere in him. He raised his hand and the teacher looked over at him. "Yes Jacob?" "Can I go to the restroom sir?" "Sure," the teacher said quickly returning to the computer screen. Jacob turned to Corey and gave him a look. Corey saw Jacob's face and suddenly became confused. Jacob didn't know what else to do and hoped maybe Corey would pick up on it. He walked out the door and then decided that he had to end it right then and there. He quickly pulled out his phone and forwarded the whole string of texts he had received from Terry to Corey. He also attached his own text to it. COREY HELP ME!!!!!!!!! Jacob didn't even know if Corey would read it, but he prayed and hoped that if he did that he would come to his rescue. He couldn't think of any other options to get himself out of this horrid situation and quickly ascended the stairs to the third floor. Wonder boy please save me Corey sat in math class trying to figure out why Jacob was acting so strange and why he had given him that look. He looked pleading and desperate and Corey was doing his best to try to figure out what it was. About three minutes after Jacob had left he decided he would at least try to focus a little on his work sheet and realized he needed a calculator for the next problem. He pulled out his phone and unlocked it. He then looked at the screen and noticed he had an unread text. He looked at the sender Jakey That's strange...why would Jacob be sending me a text right now? Corey thought as he opened the text. The second he opened it he saw the prominent "COREY HELP ME!!!" at the bottom. Corey's eyes suddenly went wide and he felt his heart begin to race. Panic and rage rose within him as he scanned over the string of texts as quickly as he could. A rush of adrenaline hit him. Corey got up from his desk and ran out the room. He ignored the teacher who was yelling at him to stop. He ignored everything else around him. He ignored the fact that he had knocked over a student while running out of the room. His mind was focused on a single person. Corey was focused on saving Jacob. He didn't care what else happened, but if he could do anything, he wanted to stop this person from getting to Jacob. He was racing at what felt like light speed. It had finally clicked and it all made sense. Why Jacob was avoiding doing anything in public. Why Jacob was always so nervous and stressed out. Why he was so tired. The only thing Corey felt was pure rage that anyone would ever do anything to Jacob. Hold on Jacob I'm coming for you Jacob was in the corner of the restroom standing near the far end of the stall. Terry stood near the sinks with his back to the door. He had unzipped his pants and had undone the buttons on his jeans. He still had them on but his boxers that covered his crotch were exposed. "Ok fag, down now," Terry said with an evil laugh. Jacob felt tears come to his eyes and he started to shake as he hesitantly went down on his knees. Tears began to fall down his cheeks. Terry all the while kept laughing and calling him a pussy as he approached. Terry pulled his boxers down and exposed his erect penis which Jacob estimated stood at a little over 5 inches. He started to panic, but didn't know what else to do. He crawled backwards but hit the wall as Terry closed in on him. Jacob closed his eyes and prayed that this would end quickly. Just as Terry was about to reach out his hand and grasp Jacob's hair, he suddenly let out a loud yell. Jacob was startled by the loud noise and opened his eyes to look up. He saw that Terry had been pushed backwards into one of the stalls and had fallen over onto the toilet. Then he saw the boy he thought of as his guardian angel, his wonder boy, was there ripping Terry apart. Corey was punching Terry with abandon in the face and gut. Terry was flailing about trying to cover himself but Corey just kept going at him. He also started kick him in the legs as hard as he could and despite Terry wearing work boots Jacob could tell that he would be bruised up badly. Then Corey grabbed him by the throat and dragged him out of the stall. Despite the fact that this boy was several inches taller, probably weighed a decent bit more, Corey was able to literally drag him across the bathroom and to the sink. He then smashed his face down on the counter as hard as he could and then started pressing his face into the counter with all his weight. "Let me make something clear fucker. I swear to god that if you ever even look at Jacob again I will rip everything off you that supposedly makes you a man and shove it straight up your ass YOU GOT THAT YOU PIECE OF SHIT!!" Corey said in an angry yell. Terry said some stuff that couldn't be heard clearly because his face was pressed against the counter. "I'll take that as a yes," Corey said as he let go. Terry slid off the counter and was leaning against the wall. He was badly bruised and was bleeding in several places on his face. Corey looked back over him and decided to give him one last piece of his mind. He then walked up to him and drew his right leg back, aiming toward Terry's now limp penis. Then he kicked Terry in the crotch as hard as he could. Terry in response let out a loud yell and started to cry as a result of the pain. Corey reached into Terry's pocket and grabbed his phone. He opened it up and took out the SD card. He then took the phone without the SD card, turned it on, and threw it in the toilet, and flushed it away. Just then an administrator ran in and looked at the scene. Terry was up against the wall crying. Jacob was up in the corner looking shocked and crying as well. Corey was standing looking like he would murder anyone who even looked at him the wrong way. "What the hell are you doing in here?" the administrator said with a confused and shocked expression on his face. "Your job" Corey replied back in an annoyed tone as he walked over to Jacob. He sat down next to him and pulled him into a tight embrace. "Don't worry Jacob, I'll always protect you," Corey said as he held onto him. "Thank you," Jacob said as he again started to sob, but this time into Corey's shoulder. Wonder boy came to save my day...my wonder boy saved me Authors note: So Jacob finally is done with the bullying issue for good. Corey saved the day and now Terry is going to be getting some justice served to him. So what did you guys think of this section? Do you have any questions, comments, or concerns? Well then email me at EFoster447@yahoo.com. I got some more mail this time and I really do appreciate it to all those who wrote me back. I really do enjoy getting e-mails from you guys because it helps encourage me to continue my writings and it allows me to gauge what you guys think of the story. So even just a line or two is something I really do appreciate. And of course I have to thank my editor Mike Archer who also helped give me ideas for this section and section 13 as well. Anyway I hope you guys enjoyed this section and will continue to read the story as the remaining parts continue to come out. Thanks everyone.