~Jeremike~

No P.O.V (Rape, physical bullying and self harm [I'm going to regret writing this chapter])

The strongest guy in the small gang holds the teen down to keep him from squirming around. The other started to feel up Carter's shirt while roughly kissing him. Carter hopelessly struggled to get free, tears streaming down his face.

"Stop!" He pleaded, but he was ignored. The grey eyed teen who was pinning him down started to also kiss him when the other wasn't. And the green eyed teen started to undo Carter's pants, he pulled them down halfway. "P-please, stop!"

"Shut up!" The male who held him down yelled as he quickly punched his face. The green eyed teen pulled down his pants and boxers to expose his length

"Flip him." The grey eyed teen flipped Carter on his knees and hands, he harshly smashed his face on the floor. Carter felt a sharp pain as the green eyed male shoved into him dry. He didn't wait to start thrusting into him, nothing but pain came to the poor helpless teen. His tears stained the concrete under him as he screamed in pain. All the grey eye male did was hit him while his friend did the job. Soon Carter felt something weird in his ass, he knew what it was.

Time Skip + Carter's P.O.V

I was now at the front of my house, pain was all I felt. I entered the house and walked into the living room since that's where the staircase is. My mom and dad sat there, worried looks on there faces. I break down crying and run towards them hugging them both. "Mom... Dad..."

"Carter, where were you? It's 9 p.m." My mother asked. I leave the hug, I look at them. "What happened? Who did this to you??"

"Two guys from my school beat me and... raped me..." I start to cry again. My mom pulled me into a hug, my dad was frozen not knowing what to do.

"Those guys are going to have something coming for them." My dad growled. After we all talked I went into the bathroom by my room. I look around for something... sharp. I spot something behind the sink I pick it up and it was a blade of a razor... blood? Why was there blood on it? My mom? Dad? But that didn't matter for me right now... I just felt useless and weak. I make a cut deep enough until it blood dripped off my arm. I made a few more and got dizzy, I washed the blood of the razor and my arm so it won't stain my clothing.

Time Skip To Tomorrow

It was hard for me to get dressed from the pain, my mother said to stay home. But I wanted to go to school, my hair was fixed so you couldn't see my black eye. I arrive at school, Alex came up to me, I tried my best to cover up my face. Spencer was next him looking at me with worried look.

"I have to use the bathroom." I state. Alex nods. I walk off into the bathroom, the two guys who did me yesterday were chilling in there. They spot me.

"Hey, look it's the little runt."

"I guess he wants another round."

"I guess so."

"No. I don't." I say slowly backing away towards the door, but the male with the grey eyes grabs my collar and throws me on the floor.

"You can't possibly think you can get away from us?" I try to stand but the green eyed male pushed me down with his foot. The guy who had thrown me to the ground rose up a fist, I close my eyes ready for the pain. I didn't feel anything I open one eye and see Spencer fighting him, his friend ran out of the bathroom. Spencer throws him out of the bathroom.

"GO FUCK YOUR FRIEND OVER THERE, YOU BITCH!!" Spencer screams at him. Hazel eyes met my teary blue ones. "Carter, you okay?"

"N-no..." I shake my head and start to cry. I feel Spencer hug me.

"Remember, I never want to see tears in your eyes."

"I th-thought you said t-that you weren't going to b-be there when I needed s-someone..."

"I was just mad."

"I was too when I told you that I didn't love you anymore."

"What?"

"Spencer, I still love you." Spencer pulls back from the hug and grabs my chin, quickly our lips met. I close my eyes and kiss back.

"I love you." Spencer whispers against my lips. "I know what they did to you... I saw your eye, and you were limping to."

"I guess I'm very good of hiding things." I say sarcastically. Spencer lets out a soft laugh. "Your voice got deep."

"Really?"

"And taller."

"Heh. I'm as tall as my dad."

"Wow he's tall."

"Yep." The bell rings. Spencer stands up helping me in the process. We walk to class our hands intertwined with each others.