Chapter 11

Kyle's pov

I walked towards a bathroom not wanting to be seen in my state. He hated me. Of course he hated me! I would hate me too, if I had beaten myself up since the begining of highschool. Today had been awful. After waking up from that dream about my dad I just got ready in casual clothes and wore Marco's soft, comfortable scarf over my neck and the bottom of my face. I could easily hide my whole face in this scarf but I choose not to for I would look like a fool. I then had taken a limo to school one of the many butlers from my estate driving me. When I got out I went over to a wall next to the entrance of the school and waited for my friends to arrive. I saw my beautiful master step out of a lousy red car and I stared at him, too captivated by his charming and generous smiles and laughs, to notice the little witch his friend was unbuckling. Out of nowhere my friends walk over to me and start to converse. I don't pay them any mind still training my eyes on the pale freckled boy. Suddenly he looks over his shoulder at me! This catches me of guard and causes me to blush and hide my face in his warm scarf. A little while later one of my goon friends does something incredibly stupid. "Hey kyle where'd you get that girly scarf? It makes you look like a faggot!" He teased before reaching for it. I felt my anger grow after I jerked back playing a protective hand on the scarf. Glaring him down I speak for the first time since I woke up. "If you want to fight me I am open any time, and don't EVER try to touch or take from me again." I growled my mouth covered by the scarf.

My anger fades and I calm down leaving my terrified friends to themselves I turn to walk towards Marco wanting nothing more than reassurance from my master, but as I get closer he runs away. He leaves. I have never felt so much pain in my chest at once. It was a crushing sinking feeling. He had thought I was about to attack him again. The entire rest of the day my vision was cloudy with tears, but I would sooner die than let any fall. I didn't want to eat at lunch. I didn't feel like I deserved to eat. I would never gain Master's forgiveness. That much was clear now. As I walk out of the lunch room and see Marco. It was very clear he was uncomfortable with me being there. I could see panic in his eyes like a mouse that hadn't found a hiding spot before the cat showed up. Remember when I said I wouldn't let my tears fall until I died, well that was it. That terrified uncomfortable expression on his face was all I needed before I felt dead inside. So I dropped my pride and let a single tear fall. I didn't even bother to wipe it away. Who cares if some one sees? It doesn't matter anymore anyways. All I wanted was to make Master happy but it was quite clear I wouldn't be doing anything close to that as long as I was alive.

That's how I got to where I am hidden in one of the bathroom stalls. I kept my emotionless mask on even as tears waterfalled down my face. I remembered the dream about my dad and looked up towards the ceiling. "Hey, dad. Remember when you told me to stop being so mean because when my time come I'll regret it. Well, I am regretting it right now. Do you think maybe that means it's my time? That maybe I should just end it now?" I sighed not expecting an answer anyways. I don't even know at this point what my feelings were. I didn't know weather I hated Marco or loved him. It was all so confusing, but most of all it hurt. "Ahhhh!" I screamed pulling at my blond hair. "Fuck this god damned curse!" I pulled the scarf from my neck and examined the silver calor tracing the words. 'Property of Marco J. Lester' alright. I feel like nothing else but that. I was pulled from my thoughts when I heard the end of the day bell. How long have I been in here?

Then it hit me. "My friends." I mumbled to myself. I threw the scarf lazily around my neck before I set into action. I burst out of my stall sprinting to the usual spot. All the while praying I wasn't' too late. "Fuck!" I yelled as I ran faster pushing people I happened to run into. Master is all that mattered right now. I burst through the exit door around the back and looked to my left to see a group of my very confused friends and Marco huddled up in a ball. "Oh, hey Kyle you're here!" One of them said and another chipped in "just in time." They could obviously see the tear streaks across my emotionless face, but didn't say a thing about it. They turned back to Marco and I sped over to them. I watched as Carmen, one of the bigger idiots, kicked him. "You're. Dead." I growled under my breath. He turned to me looking confused "What-?" He couldn't finish before I kicked him in the stomach knocking him over.

Still with no emotions revealed I kicked him repeatedly in the stomach until he was vomiting up blood. A few of the guys ran others tried to stop me. They learned their lessons real quick when I punch them in the face knocked them back at least a few feet. I didn't stop until I felt two small arms wrap around me from the back. Suddenly my anger disappeared and was replaced with concern, and more tears streamed down my face.