More Than A Brother

Chapter One

His Bully

Royal Woods elementary.

A kid pinned Lincoln to the wall. "What are you gonna do, Loud?"

"Leave me alone Jack!" Lincoln cried.

Jack pushed his forearm against Lincoln's throat, causing him to gag and generate saliva quickly. "Just because you asked politely doesn't mean I'm going to let you go." Jack raised his fist to Lincoln's face.

"Stop please, I'm going to tell on you if you don't stop."

"Is that so?" Jack gripped Lincoln's shirt stretching the collar and yanking Lincoln to the ground, upon impact he hit his head on the concrete tiles.

Jack tried to kick Lincoln's face, but due to his bad soccer skills he hit Lincoln's throat. Lincoln held his throat in pain and gagged as Jack proceed to stomp Lincoln's chest in and laughed through the entire blood bath.

Jack stomped on Lincoln's chest one more time before leaving his foot to rest on Lincoln's chest.

Jack lifted his arm and checked his watch."I think it's about we get to class," He bent down to Lincoln. "Wouldn't you agree?"

Lincoln spit in his face and tried to punch him but Jack bent up before Lincoln could.

He wiped his face, removing the spit and it becoming stuck to his wrist.

Lincoln gripped Jack's legs and started lifting his foot off his chest, Lincoln was gritting his teeth so hard they started to bleed.

Lincoln started to stand up putting every bit of body strength he had to stand up.

Jack's eyes widen to amazement, but it wasn't enough to frighten him.

Jack lifted up his foot that was planted on the ground and put all his weight to bring Lincoln down to the ground.

Jack grabbed Lincoln's shirt aggressively and lifted him up, Jack stared into Lincoln's blood covered face and gave him a look of disgust.

"I should just finish you." Jack threw Lincoln to the ground, Lincoln hit his head as Jack walked away.

His eyes began to fade to the back of his head, he saw Jack walk away as everything began to spin.

He laid down on the ground flashing back to all the times he was bullied or manipulated.

He tried standing up, he slammed his foot on the ground, putting his hand on his knee trying to prop himself up, but sadly he fell back down into the lockers.

He accepted defeat and propped himself on to the the lockers and held his head in pain, his face dripping with tears and blood.

His head drifted down as he tried to stay awake. "Why do I have to be so weak. Why do I have to be so FUCKING WEAK." Lincoln yanked his head back into the lockers causing more pain than he had already received.

Lincoln stepped up and limped towards the restroom to wash his blood stained face.

Lincoln entered the restroom and filled the sink with water, he cupped his hand and filled it with water and threw it in his face, he lifted his head and looked himself in the mirror.

"Who am I, a mistake?"

A question he asked himself daily, Lincoln loud, local white haired boy believed he was a mistake… And maybe he was right.

He left the restroom and walked down the halls of his school receiving looks from children.

He covered his face as he walked towards the back/abandoned part of school.

He walked into one of the many abandoned rooms, he looked around and kicked some stuff around to make enough room to lay down.

He fell to his knees before falling back completely and looked up at the roof and closed his eyes before drifting to sleep.

Lincoln opened his eyes and yawned as he looked at his watch, "shit." He muttered under his breath as he realized it was 3:12 PM.

Lincoln stepped up and checked outside the room to make sure no teachers or students were checking here for some reason.

He was good.

He left the room and exited out the fire exit, he didn't realize until the entire school started ringing.

He took off running as facility members ran out of the building, believing a fire has started.

He ran faster than he had ever in his life, believing this was a life or death situation.

He hadn't realized he ran so fast he reached his house already.

He almost opened the door forgetting about his wounds. So he thought if he covered his face he would be fine…

Lincoln walked in facing the ground making sure nobody can see his face.

"Hey Linc something wrong?" Luan asked.

"Nope, couldn't be better, I'm going up stairs now." Lincoln walked up stairs,awkwardly.

Luan watched him in confusion.

Lincoln walked in to Lori's room looking for makeup that covers up Blackheads, pimples, ETC. But he thought it would cover bloody wounds as well.

"Where is it, where is it?" Lincoln said going through everything.

"Where's what?" Leni asked.

"AHH LENI, Wait Leni! Leni where's is that makeup that covers up pimples and stuff."

"What happened your face?"

"Leni, please answer the question. where is it?!"

"It's right here." Leni said handing him a bottle of cream.

"Ahh perfect, thanks Leni!" Lincoln yelled running to his room.

Lincoln closed and locked his door then proceeded to swipe everything of his desk so the mirror wasn't covered.

Lincoln twisted the cap off and squeezed the bottle tan like cream coming out on his finger.

He rubbed it all over he face when he was given a shock.

Lynn kicked the door opened and started screaming at him. "LINCOLN TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED NOW."

"Tell you what? Nothing happened!" Lincoln said backing up into a corner."

Lynn stared Lincoln in the eyes. "Leni."

Lincoln sighed as stood up from the corner, he walked over to his bed and took a seat.

He tapped the spot next to him indicating for Lynn to sit next to him.

Lynn rolled her eyes and took a seat on the Lincoln's bed, she grabbed Lincoln's ear and spoke. "Explain."

Lincoln explained about his bully and how Jack ruined his life.

"What did you say the kids name was?" Lynn questioned.

"Jack Peterson."

"Ok, Linc, meet in my room tomorrow for some defense lessons, I really wanna help you bro."

"You wanna help me? Like help me, help me?"

"That is what I said, right?"

"Yeah I guess you're right."

Also, cover those bumps and marks on your face she said pointing to them as she walked out.

Lincoln nodded and started applying the cream.

'Jack Peterson' A sister wrote down on a notepad from the vents.

She crawled out and into her room, as she plotted revenge against her big brothers bully.