They come closer to me and I'm scared. I would run, but it's like I'm freezed to the school yard ground. "What the fuck do you want?!", I shout. I get nothing in response, but one of them packs me and holds my arms back. I can't move again. Another one comes so close to me, we're only inches apart. He starts punching me down, shaking me.

"Max", I can hear from somewhere. But where?

"Max!"

I wake up. Where am I? I look around. No bullies. I turn around and look directly into Joyce's face. Behind her, Eleven. Her face is as white as a blank sheet of paper. Oh god. Something's wrong. Definitely.

Turns out, everyone in town knows, that me and Eleven are dating and I don't think they support us in any way.

Joyce woke me up to tell me, that Billy is outside, waiting for me.

I am done.

He'll beat the shit out of me. One rule of his is, to not embarrass him. Well that didn't work.

I never dressed up so quickly and packed my things, including my longboard.

I want to go downstairs, but Eleven's waiting for me in the hall. Alone.

Right as she sees me, she runs into me and presses herself against me. I'm that surprised, that I drop my board, but I don't care and wrap my hands around her small body.

El looks up to me, tears in her eyes.

"It's okay. It will be okay. But when, I can't tell you.", I try to calm her and myself, but I think it doesn't help. El looks on the floor, her still not letting me go.

"My parents are okay with it", she mumbles, crying.

[I hate this look. I don't like seeing her so unhappy.]

"See, that's already good! Listen I don't know what will happen to us, but I will not let the people in Hawki-"

"I'm worried about you Maxine!!", she cuts me off, sobbing.

Max's parents will murder her. Billy will beat her. I can't stand this. I can't let her go. I can't... I bury my face into Max's t-shirt, inhaling my favorite smell and letting out a loud sob.

"El.. I- I will be fine. What makes you think-"

"Your parents will murder you Max!!", I cut her off again, looking into her freckled face.

"Billy will abuse you again", I whisper after, my tears uncontrollably flowing out of my eyes.

Max wipes my tears away with her thumbs. "I will be fine, Eleven. This isn't our end, I promise.", she says softly. Tears form in her ocean blue eyes, but she quickly wipes them away, because somebody's coming upstairs. I let go of Max's body but quickly take her hand.

It's Joyce and she tells us, that Max should hurry up, because her brother is getting impatient. We go downstairs, still holding hands. Will gives us a mix of compassionate and curious looks. And there, leaning against the wall, is a young man: shoulder long, blonde, curly hair and a light tinge of a mustache. He has a pair of blue jeans, fastened down with a black belt, a black t-shirt with a skull-necklace and on top of that, a leather jacket on.

This must be Billy. He doesn't look friendly at all. I hate him, without even knowing him.

When Max goes up to Billy, I get this knot in my throat again, that forbids me to breath. Joyce grabs my hand. I squeeze it; a bit to hard I think, but Joyce won't let go, until the door shuts behind Max and Billy and I start sobbing again.

"What's up dyke", Billy says. I don't respond. He smirks. "Oh I will ruin your life."

He opens the door of his car and pushes me into the seat. "Let the fuck go off me", I mumble. "What was that?", he asks. "I said let. The. Fuck. Off. Me.", I repeat. "Oh miss fucked up, not with that attitude. I won't let this slide without consequences, huh? You understand?", Billy says, this evil fake kindness in his words again.

We arrive infront of our house. Billy gets out of the car and I want to do the same, but he pushes me deep in the passenger seat. "Time for you punishment, dyke", he says and takes me by my arm. "What the fuck Billy?", I ask confused. He never pushed me back into the seat before. Fuck, he's actually going to beat me up serious.

He shuts the door of the car, locks it and drags me behind our house. Then he grabs me at my shirt and pulls me to his face.

"Billy-"

He throws me onto the ground. "What in the..."

These are the last words I can bring out before he starts kicking me with his feet. In the stomach. I hold my hands infront of it to protect it at least a bit.

"Rule number 4", (He kicks me) "don't embarrass me." (He kicks me again.) "Do you fucking understand that? Dirty dyke"

I can't bring out any words. "Just like your stupid little girlfriend. She's a dyke too. And also ugly. Can't you atleast find some pretty bitch to fuck? Awh, now you're crying. Baby Maxieee" Billy makes fun.

I stop breathing for a moment, because Billy stops kicking me. Anger is burning in my chest and I can't control it anymore.

"DID YOU JUST CALL ELEVEN FUCKING UGLY?!", I yell, trying to bury the pain in my stomach; but my anger wins and wants revenge.

"SHE ISN'T A DYKE YOU FUCKING MORON. DON'T EVER FUCKING CALL HER THAT AGAIN, DID YOU FUCKING UNDERSTOOD THAT BILLY THE FUCK HARGROVE?!!", I scream now. He looks flabbergasted.

I use the chance to stand up. I'm so furious, that I finally have the courage to yell him the fuck out. "ALSO STOP ABUSING ME! WHAT IS THIS FOR A KIND OF RELATIONSHIP, HUH?! WELL IT'S FOR SURE NOT A BROTHER SISTER ONE! JUST LET ME BE THE FUCK HAPPY! WHAT DID I EVER DO TO YOU?! OR ELEVEN?! SHE'S THE ONLY PERSON IN MY WHOLE LIFE THAT MADE ME HAPPY AND HONESTLY I LOVE HER!"

I can't yell any further, because everything is turning into many little black dots. Pain is flowing through my skull and especially through my nose. Everything spins and I tumble and fall to the ground again.

Billy hit me with all his force into my face.

Everything turns black.