- J O S H U A -
I groan in pain as new bruises will form on my body. Probably a broken rib this time, if they get the job right.
That's right. Their job.
Mark won't let his hands get dirty so he let his men do it for him.
The price for them not doing it? I'm still not sure yet.
I don't even know how I'm holding up these days. I'm bound to fall apart but, it's as if a life was added to me for every hit I take.
It's stupid.
"Get off the kid, jocks." A masculine voice said.
They ignored him, I ignored him. This happens every day. Someone tries to stand up for me, but they get ignored, so they just leave me alone. By the feet of my abusers.
"I said, get off the kid, you fucktards." Somehow, they were pulled away from me and the jocks ran away.
The guy gives me time to recover as I co
