Silas clenched his fists as he saw Carter walk inside the room. 'This asshole, he just acts like he's polite but in reality? It's all different.'
He looked down at his hands, slightly releasing his fingers. 'Wasn't I like Dylan too?' He shut his eyes closed.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
There was a group of five people circling around a boy. They were taunting, punching, and kicking the boy; the laughter remained the same the entire time.
"What is it, Silas? Is your mommy not gonna come and save you today?"
Silas clenched his fists, tears were welling up in his eyes. "Uh... uh.. I'm so sorry, please let me go. I'll never come out and play."
The other boy kicked Silas right in his gut, voice came loud and the tone was filled with mockery. "Why will you not come? If you don't come, then it'll be so boring for us."
One boy leaned down slightly, grabbed Silas by his head, and gave a small smile. "You're our friend, Silas." Then banged it down on the ground.
