RP:]] St Luke's Reform School For Young Gentlemen

I laugh along with Brad as we stand at the other end of the showers across from the emo kid at the other end of the cubicles.

"Yeah, it's funny isn't it?" I say feeling really proud of myself for making him look so angry, glad that I've made an impact on him, "hi-fucking-lairous."

I walk over to the little emo kid who's name escapes me, chewing on some gum as I advance onto him.

"I heard your Dad was in hospital and... we thought we'd pay some respects to him."

I laugh at his attempt of a come back, even though it was pretty good. But I would never let him know that.

"Hey, my Dad may actually be my Step Dad, but at least he doesn't take it up the ass like a bitch," I say to him the same smirk on my face as I get right into his personal space.

He looks really fucking pissed off at me, he also looks a little scared, but who wouldn't?

"Awww. Have a touched a nerve, Ba-queer-Shag-hims?"

I hold onto my jaw in sheer shock before looking at the little punk with my eyes wide.

"You little bitch," I say as I click my jaw back into place, which, amazingly considering his size, actually hurts quiet a bit.

I am about to advance onto him and really pound into him when I hear the coach coming in from the field, asking us what the hell is going on in here and why there is yelling. I give the little punk a stern look.

"I'll get you for this," I tell him a low voice before making my way quickly out of the showers and into the main locker room, cradling my jaw a little as I go.

I can't believe he actually hit me, he is so going to pay. I've just got to think of what will really get that little fag.

I ignore the comments he is throwing at me, a little surprised by his outburst myself. I look at my friends and they give me looks that I am not used to. I am so going to get him for this.

I shake my head before slamming my locker shut and grabbing a bag from the bench. I ignore everything that's around me as I walk out of the locker room and look around the hallway until I stop something that would be perfect.

"Hey! Courtney!" I don't know why I know her name, but it's probably because she dated one of the guys on the football team.

I walk over to her as she looks at me completely unimpressed.

"You might want to tell your little brother, that he should back the fuck off of me. Or I am going to really fucking hurt him," I warn her.

I look up at the mellow headed football player in front of me. My friends all around me either melt from his wet look, or shrink into the lockers in sheer fear.

"Yeah, whatever Dawkins. What did you do to him?" I ask him with my arms folded over my chest.

I can only make a few guesses here, and all of them seem pretty likely. He either insulted me, Becky, or my Dad's. And with Chris suffering from his attacks... Oh no.

"Where the fuck is he Dawkins?" I ask him in fear of what he's doing or what's going on now.

"Tanya, I've gotta go in there," I tell my friend as I go to push the locker doors open.

"But Court, it's the boys locker room. You could get in serious fucking trouble for this."

"But if someone else finds Chris, then he will be in serious fucking trouble," I say before looking around all of my friends that look less than impressed.

"Guys. I need to do this, no one else can or knows how to handle Chris's attacks. And you've seem me a few times after he's had the more major ones. That can't happen to anyone else," my friends still look less than impressed as I make my way into the locker room, my friends standing at the door to keep guard.

"OK Court. But I am going in there with you, to find the coach and tell him whats going on. I'm not letting you get in trouble because of Jordan and his bone headed ideas," Tanya says to me as I push the door open.

I nod to her, knowing that she won't let me go in there otherwise as we walk into the boys locker room together and slowly.

"Chris? Chrissie... it's Court. Where are you Hun?"

My ears perk up as I can hear screaming. I look over at Tanya, not saying anything to her but she just runs into the direction of the coaches offices. I take a deep breath before walking around the lockers to the other side of the room.

"Chris. It's Courtney," I tell him in a calm voice as I walk closer to him, I don't want to creep up on him and I don't want him really lashing out at me, "Chris?"

I walk around another set of lockers, seeing a couple of guys, dripping wet with towels on [man if Chris wasn't having a breakdown right now I would so be peeping] looking a little creeped out by the screaming coming from behind them, I smile at him slightly as they look at me even more confused.

"Chris?" I say as I walk around the corner to see him punching at a locker close to the showers.

I grimace when I see the blood flying around the lockers and onto the floor and around him, "Chris?!"

"I'm not going anywhere Chris," I tell him, "Chris, Tanya's gone to tell the coach, OK? You aren't going to get in any trouble, I promise you."

I walk a little closer to him, keeping a safe distance and preparing myself for anything that could come my way.

"Do you want me to call Dad M?"

Dad's being out of hospital for a few days now, I don't know if he'd be in any shape to come down here to sort things out. But I haven't ever seen Chris so mad before, I wonder what the hell Dawkins actually did. All he told me was Chris was going to pay and that he was in the showers. What the hell happened?

I watch on as I watch him pounding into the lockers again. His tears stained cheeks and his bloody hands and knuckles, i have never seen him this bad before, not even when we were younger, this is for the worst for sure.

I look into the showers were he gestured to to see what has got him so upset. My own jaw clenches at the writing on the wall, there is somethings that I can stand and I just brush off. But when they talk about my Dad's beating us or abusing us, then that's just crossing the line.

"Chris," I say quietly before walking over to him, I try to grab at one of his hands to stop him before he seriously hurts himself, "Chris, they are idiots. I know it really gets to you, but that's why they do it. Because you react baby."

"It's not your fault," I tell him as I grab at his other hand and just hold them hard in my hands, my hands gripping onto his blood drenched wrists, a lump settling in my throat when I have realised how much he has hurt himself for this.

"I know Honey, and I'm sorry. But, you have your friends, they can help you out with this, you have my friends, they'll still look out for you," well some of them will, not all of them though but some of my friends are very bitchy.

"And then there's Becky. She cares about you, she'll stick up for you."

I know it's probably the worst thing ever for a guy to have a group of girls stand up for him. But in my opinion, he's a guy in a group of girls, he should be the most looked up to guy in the school.

"And you have out Dad's. You are never going to be alone, OK? They'll have to kill me before they will stop me looking out for you."

I let out a low shaky breath as I realise that he's come down from his attack now. I nod and bring him in for a hug, ignoring the fact that his bloody hands have probably smeared all over my white shirt.

"OK Honey, OK. I'll call Dad to come and get you, OK?" I ask him as I keep a hold of his hands and keep him close to me.

I take him over to the bench and take a seat with him on the bench, still holding onto his hands loosely with one hand and wiping his tears with my other.

I look at his downcast face, "Oooh Chris. I'm so sorry about all this. You don't deserve this."

"OK then," I say as I pull my phone from my pocket and dial the normal number I am so used to calling.

I shake my hair out of my face as I bring my phone to my ear and wait for Dad to pick it up, knowing that Dad Z will be at work and I hope to God that Dad M is in a fit state to come and pick Chris up.

While I am waiting for Dad to pick up the phone I think to myself, why was Chris even in the locker rooms? He has gym the exact same time as me, on a Friday afternoon and he's in here and he's not exactly smelling like roses. Why was he in here?

I smile a little, "you tried out for the football team?" I question him with a quirked eyebrow as I keep the phone to my ear.

"Too impress Beck..." I am about to tell him that Becky doesn't need to date a footballer, because she hates more of the footballers anyway, when Dad interrupts me with a groggy hello.

"Oooh, hi Dad it's Courtney. Erm, sorry to disturb your recovery but Chris has had an attack at school erm, can you come and get him? Please?"