Bitter Pill(Undeserved)

CHAPTER 14*Unexpected*

 A punch connects with my side, and I yelp as I lose control of my leg, and I landed on my arse, my hand swiftly moving to clutch the side of my stomach. 

At this point I needed no one to tell me who the culprit was, the only person who cares to bother me in the entire school was none other than Trevor, and I wasn't surprised when I looked up to see him glaring at me with venom in his eyes. 

Trevor hisses lowly pulling me up with my back practically dragging me through the hallway, and I did not attempt to struggle with him because I know it would end up being a waste. 

The early students like me who crowded the hallway hurried out of the way for the fuming bulldog dragging me to God knows where some of them stopped to stare while others threw us a glance before looking away unbothered.

And to be sincere, I wasn't exactly expecting them to be bothered about Trevor dragging me through the hallway. I know none of them gives single care about my existence; the ones who stopped to stare didn't do so because they had intentions to butt in but for their curious minds or something to gossip about later in the day. 

My head remained cast down all the while being drag, so I had not the slightest idea where Trevor was taking me, the sound of a door being open reaches my ear and the next thing I know I get thrown in a room like a bag of waste. 

I land on my butt for the second time this morning, and an involuntary groan escapes my lip, Trevor goes to lock the door, and I use that opportunity to look around, and I realise he brought me to the comfort room at least this is better than the bathroom.

I didn't bother to stand up this time, who knows he might punch me again and I don't want to fall on my butt it hurts real bad, so I remain on the floor. 

After turning the locking Trevor stalks towards me with menacing step and I shifted backwards slowly on my arse. 

He stops in front of me stepping on my foot, and I bit back a painful groan,

"What did I tell you yesterday?" 

Trevor says, and my mind quickly did a marathon to yesterdays event, he said so many things yesterday. If there is anything significant, he said that would be to see him after school which I couldn't because my History teacher gave me two weeks detention. 

I mentally encouraged myself to talk because I know this isn't the right time to go mute, hell I know leaving Trevor's question unanswered might get me beaten up. It's 7:45 AM which is too early for me neither do I wish to start the day with fist connected with my face even if I've had one connected to my stomach already. 

"Detention." 

I managed to croak out barely finding my voice as the pain of Trevor's weight on my foot increased,

"You're telling me you had detention." 

Trevor asks, and I nod vigorously. 

"And you expect me to believe your flimsy excuse." 

Trevor says, laughing bitterly, and I shake my head. 

"I-I don't lie, ask an-anybody. I have two weeks of detention." 

I tell him truthfully he looks me over probably contemplating on what to do with me before he removes his leg on my feet and I sighed momentarily in relief. 

Trevor crouches down, pulling me up with my hoodie to meet his face and the look in his eyes made me cower in fear. 

"You better be telling the truth if I find out you lied to me, I am going to make you regret ever speaking. Now listen and listen very good as from this moment henceforth you do whatever I tell you to do. If I need you to lick my f*****g shoes you do it without complaint, and when I am talking to you I expect answers, you have a choice though to either do as I say or do otherwise. But let me tell you something disobeying me would attract grave consequences, and I would be more than pleased to dish it out so now are we on the same f*****g page." 

Trevor asks, and I stare at him confused because truth be told I have not the slightest idea why he is doing all this.

I don't understand why do I have to listen to him and do as I say, what do I owe to him in the first place. I don't know him the person I knew was his brother and Skylar is dead why is he taking out the grief of his brother's death on me when I had nothing to do with Skylar's death in the first place. 

I know what I am about to do would get me in trouble, but I needed to at least know what I did wrong perhaps if I do I can ask for forgiveness of something related to that. 

"Why?"

I ask, and Trevor looks at me with furrowed eyebrows. 

"Why what stupid."

 "Why are you doing this? What did I do wrong? I don't know you. You've never met me. Why do I have to follow your orders? why do I have to fear you, what did I do wrong to warrant all the ill-treatment you've shown me."

I ask in a rush running out of breath, this is the longest sentence I have said in four weeks and I can't believe I did that without stuttering. 

The only two people I have managed to hold long conversations with, without stuttering are Jaidyn and Skylar, and that's because I always feel comfortable and a sense of security when they are with me. 

Trevor lets out a chuckle as I end my rant and moves dangerously closer to me. 

"oh pretty boy you did nothing wrong, your family did. Your family killed my brother, and you know what the bible says that children would suffer for the sins of their parents and you, my dear has to pay for the sins of your family. Skylar's death is crashing my family slowly and painfully; my dad has suddenly turned an alcoholic and mom is just there while your parents are busy cruising around the world pretending to do God's work. If I can't get my hands on them, I figured I could get to them through you and trust me I am just getting started and you are my weapon against them. The key to ruining the perfect image your family has in this small town and the church. I am going to use you to expose the evil of your parents and the disgust running in your family." 

Trevor explains as his eyes shine dangerously with something I couldn't quite pinpoint, while I stared at me, terrified out of my mind as he described.

I tried thinking hard on the things he is saying and slowly my head began aching, and I don't understand what my family has to do with his family and even if my parents have something to do with Skylar's death what is my business in this.

Besides, why would my parents have a hand in Skylar's death this is ridiculous, the crazed look in his eyes right now proves how crazy he is with all the rubbish he is spouting. 

"Skylar was like a brother to me; why would my parents want him dead this is madness." 

I managed to say in one go, and his fist clutching my hoodie tightens. 

"Why don't you ask them yourself, by the way, the madness hasn't even started yet the more damage that comes to my family, the harder I would go on you. And as for your parents, I would rive them mad. But don't you worry I am in no rush, I like taking things slow, and as for your secrets, I can promise a thing unless you do as I say. By the way, how do you think Bryce would react if he finds out you eye rape him virtually every day. I am sure he would be thrilled to know you ogle his shirtless body." 

Trevor says letting me go and he stands up with a sick smile on his face, while I wished the ground would open this very moment and swallow me whole. 

I didn't need to ask how he knew about my desires for Bryce, and I was more than ashamed that he knew and I am terrified of the idea of Bryce knowing about this. 

"What do I need to do." 

I ask without looking up to his face as shame washed over me. 

"There is no need to rush like I said I have all the time in the world, but for now let's just say you will be doing every homework I get in class and what not and when I am ready to up the game I would let you." 

Trevor says, and I nod for him to know that I understand and accept whatever it is. I would rather struggle with the homework that have him telling Bryce. 

Bryce is the most popular boy in the entire school; there is no guarantee that I won't be outed once he learns about my guilty pleasure, and that would bring unwanted attention to me. 

I rather not,

Something smacks me in the face, and I look to my chest to see three notebooks.

"Those are due for submission tomorrow; you better have it done before the end of the day I am coming to your detention period to get it. I guess you pretty much know what would happen if you fail to do it."

 With that, Trevor turns on his heel, walking out of the comfort room. 

I give it a few minutes before picking up the notebook, stuffing them in my backpack alongside my books, and I exist the comfort room.

I checked the time on my wristwatch, and I sighed frustrated.

Great I have missed another class all thanks to a lunatic who blames me for things that aren't my fault.

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   This week has been the worst for me so far, Trevor came through with his words dumping his homework on me the entire week, and it isn't exactly pretty. 

Sometimes I have to stay up late searching on the internet for textbook pdf that I could download to solve the questions. 

He doesn't care how I do it, and he throws a fit if I don't answer all questions correctly, which has taken away all my freedom. 

I am not a senior, yet he expects me to know the answer to all homework he brings and I the other hand have no choice but to do as told. 

Today Saturday I planned during the week to just lay in for half the day then do laundry sometime in the evening and probably go grocery shopping. 

But my plan was ruined when Trevor dumped about ten notebooks in front of me yesterday, and I had stared at him surprised.

The books belong to five boys from his group friends, and I am expected as usual to work and solve the questions and deliver to him first thing on Monday.  

I so badly wanted to decline, but I know the consequence, so I took the books with no complaint, now here I am sitting behind the desk in my room, my glasses hurting the bridge of my nose and a massive migraine threatening to split my head in half. 

I have been sitting in this position for hours, more than five hours because tomorrow is Sunday and. If I don't get everything done today, then I have hell waiting for me in school on Monday. 

Trevor won't take any excuse, and I am not willing to test his level of patience, I drop the pen I am holding for a second to stretch my body to loosen my aching muscles. 

As I make to sit down when I hear the sound of knocking on the front door and I paused to check the time on the wall,

It's late who would be knocking the house down by this hour, my parents have their key, so I know it can't be them. 

I choose to ignore, but the sound gets louder and more persistence, giving I push away from the desk marching out of my room and I make my way to the front door who that might be.

I know quite well I am not expecting anybody, saying a little prayer, I unlock the door pulling it open, and a surprised gasp escapes my lips at the unexpected human before me.