The Judas Kiss: Part 4

first off: HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Ok, so Dylan wants to talk about what happened, Ok I'm fine with that. Knowing Dylan He'll probably be at my place in about 10 minutes so, i'd better get up and get some clothes on. when all of a sudden, I hear the front door open, i grab my baseball bat from my closet. "Josh? are you up there?" thank god, it was Dylan. i would hate to smash my best friend in the head with a bat. i head downstairs holding my Buffalo Sabres jersey in my hand, still shirtless.

"Hey." Dylan said with a sort of surprised look on his face. "wassup?" i said. "literally the whole school is talking about you chokeslaming Matt Baker this morning." Dylan replied. "I didnt chokeslam him." I said. "was it nesessary regardless?" Dylan said loudly. "Dylan, you dont understand! every day for the last 5 years of my life he has picked on me and made fun of me for something i can't control! and when i finally stand up to him, the whole world is mad at me for it! what am i supposed to do, mow his lawn?" i screamed. "josh, i didn't mean to-" "SHUT UP! someone will listen to me! Someone will finally see what's really going on.

I'm through messing around with that kid! I'M DONE!!!" I punched the wall leaving a hole. Dylan stared at me. i look at him, i could see immense fear in his beautiful eyes. "I'm sorry you had to see me like that. I'm not a bad person, I just... i have anger problems and... when I'm mad, i have to hit something. " i said a little calmly. my eyes started to tear up a little bit. "Josh, its Ok to just cry once in a while." he put his hand on my shoulder. "you wanna take a walk." i said "sure." we head out the door, i slip on my sabres jersey and we head downtown. "if you dont mind me asking, what is it that you can't control?" Dylan asks. "well, the truth is, I'm... gay." i say in a slight whisper. "thats your big secret?" Dylan replied. "no. my big secret is... um... ever since you came to the high school i have... liked you... like sort of had a crush on you." i said. "huh... cool." he said with a grin on his face. we continue to walk around and randomly talk and whatever when 2 guys, on our way back to my place, push us into a dark alley, i step toward one of the guys.

Matt Baker. and the other one was 6 foot 5, 260 pound Tommy Bryan. the football team captain. i step and get right into Matt's face. "did you not learn?" i said. "you dont scare me." Matt replied. "what do you got against me?" i hollered. Matt smirked an evil smile. "i have nothing against you... anymore." i looked at him strangely, trying to figure out what he said. when he pulled something from his pocket. my mind raced, i was scared. Matt puts his arm around my shoulder. he pulls me close. he whispers something in my ear, i tried to make sense of the message. when i feel something sharp against my stomach. i struggle, and thrusts it into my stomach.

I feel the cold metal slice its way through me. Matt places me on the ground slowly as i lose more blood by the minute. "shhhh. it will all be over soon. Faggot. Take care of the other one." Matt says. I hear Dylans screams and cries for help as tommy wrestles him down to the ground. Terror fills Dylans voice. he tries to get free but only pain fills Dylans cries of anguish and helplessness. Tommy forces the knife into Dylans stomach i hear only the heavy breathing of Tommy Bryan as i lay on the ground i pull out my cell phone and slowly dial: 9---1---1---call. i hear the 911 operator on the other line, withnone final strong breath: "help." i stare at Dylan, he wasn't moving anymore. I hear sirens approach, as i lose consciousness.