11. You don't even hit back.
"You're coming out the closet, E.T. " Ethan looks up. He's laying on the bathroom floor, sore and bruised. Peter's taking a piss. "What? No, please don't make me do that. Besides, you'll have nothing on me. " Peter grinned: "I don't care. I can get another pathetic faggot to fuck like this. And you're boring me. You don't even hit back. " Ethan gets up and hits him in the nose: "I don't care! I'm not telling anyone about this. You can go fuck yourself. Pete stands there for a short while, doing nothing while Ethan punches him. Peter smirks: "I'll do it for you, little gay boy. " A hard blow sends him flying through the room, into the tub. He hits his head on the porcelain edge and everything disappears in a black blur.