Not What He Seems

Chad takes things too far in his efforts to torment Evie, Jay, Mal, Carlos, Doug, and even Ben, and they hatch a plan to get their revenge. But when something shocking and sad about Chad is revealed, they find themselves wanting to help him instead of hurt him. What will the VKs and their friends decide to do? Contains violence, depression, and talk of suicide throughout. (Entry for the "Battle of the Fandoms" competition in the OUAT/Disney category)


14. A Savior?

This chapter is in first person for plot purposes, but if you guys like first person better for this story, let me know and I'll do it more often. Thanks!

I kept my head down, my shaggy black locks hanging in front of my face and glasses. No one looked at me, but I could hear them whisper, laugh, and I could see them point. I continued on with a blank expression, tugging my long sleeves so they covered my arms, my fingers lingering over a few of the newer cuts on my wrists, and flinched as someone shouted "Suicidal Fag" for all to hear. The laughing was louder this time and my eyes burned with tears as I quickened my pace, my steps faltering as I nearly tripped over someone's foot.

"Watch where you're going, attention whore!" Maxwell, one of my more frequent tormentors, said with a nasty smile. I nodded hurriedly and apologized before taking off again. I was so sick and tired of this. Two years hadn't made any of this easier to deal with. If anything, it was harder. Harder to get out of bed in the morning, to deal with the idiot drill sergeant that wasn't afraid to hurt any of us (it was allowed), harder to stay out of trouble, and harder to not give up. I was going to get out of here eventually, and I couldn't give up before then. Never.

"Hey Derek! Wait for me!" My body relaxed at the sweet, kind voice and I almost smiled. Almost. The only friend I had managed to make in this place, Dominic, son of Doc and Doug's cousin, came up and clapped me on the back, smiling at me widely. I had no idea how he stayed happy while being in a place like this. He almost reminded me of... my brother when the two of us were little. He was always optimistic and he never seemed to get upset by anything. Well, a few things made him angry, but never sad.

"You alright? Are they being any nicer today?" Dominic asked me with a slight edge to his voice, and he gripped my wrist tightly. I shook my head and sighed, pulling my arm away and tugging my sleeve down hurriedly before he could see anything nasty. Dominic looked at me with sympathy and looped his arm around my shoulders, shaking his shoulder-length brunette locks out of his eyes. He opened his mouth to say something when someone grabbed me by the hair, pulling me backwards, away from him, and then slamming me into a locker. I groaned and squeezed my eyes shut. I heard Dominic scream and I knew he was getting similar treatment.

I'm so sorry...

"Hey there, scumbag! Did you miss me?!" Maxwell hissed in my face with a grin. I recoiled and pressed against the lockers as much as I could, trembling as my heart beat a mile a minute. Maxwell smiled viciously, looking nothing like his father, Philip, or mother, Sleeping Beauty, as he pulled back his fist and punched me hard, knocking off my glasses and breaking my nose. I gasped in pain as blood streamed down my face and I held back a sob. My vision was blurry and I couldn't see anything but outlines and colors. I heard Dominic scream something, but everything became a blur as Maxwell punched me again, this time in the stomach, and made me double over and gasp for air. Maxwell started to tear off my suit jacket with a knowing smirk and I panicked, shoving away and trying to get in a hit, but he punched me again and I staggered backwards. I desperately pulled it back on and yanked down my sleeves.

"What? You scared to show everyone who you really are? A suicidal, whiny little manwhore?" Maxwell said with a sneer. "Don't call him that! He's none of those things!" Dominic roared, thrashing violently and trying to get out of the grip of Maxwell's goons. Maxwell smirked and kicked my feet out from under me, sending me crashing to the ground. I groaned and didn't even bother trying to get up, holding a hand to my nose and trying to stop the flow of blood. A crowd was gathering, just like always. Every time this happened there was a crowd. I curled up into a ball and heard Dominic sob. Maxwell smirked.

I'm so sorry...

Maxwell twisted my arms behind my back and started pulling my suit jacket off of me once again, and I let him, closing my eyes as my face pressed against the cold concrete floor. Tears streamed down my face and I fought back sobs as my suit jacket fell away and Maxwell, who was still grabbing my arms, twisted them in a way that everyone could see them. Dominic gasped and I grimaced, waiting for the taunts. They all saw the scars. Everyone already knew but now they'd seen them...

"Stop it! Leave him alone!" someone shouted. Maxwell let go of me and I quickly pulled my jacket back on when I got the chance. A boy, seemingly a year or two older than me with scruffy black hair, honey gold eyes, and tan, Latino looking skin stood next to Dominic, seething with absolute rage, his entire body shaking with anger. He stormed over and pulled Maxwell off of me before helping me to my feet, grabbing my glasses off of the ground and giving them back to me. I looked at him with suspicion as he stood in front of me protectively, looking around at the stunned onlookers.

"Get lost! There's nothing to see here!" the teen shouted. The crowd slowly began to part and moved on to their classes, smoking places, and sex hideouts. The boy turned back to me with a pained expression and began to speak when Dominic shoved past him and tackled me in a bear hug, burying his face in my shoulder and sobbing.


Anyways, hoped you guys liked the chapter, and like I said before, let me know if you prefer first person! Thanks, and have a wonderful rest of your day! 

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