Beatings and Hobo's and Blood... oh my

A Chapter by Dante Walker

Bam

            Frank Austins, slammed face first into the concrete, letting loose a rush of blood from his nose and thought: well… I’m doing better than I thought I would be. Let’s see… I made the pass at Julia on Sunday… and today’s Wednesday. 3 days! Good job fuckhead!”
            “Get up ya’ f****n’ b***h.” The gravelly voice of Mark Sletter ordered.
            “You only wish you could get it up for Julia” Frank coughed out, an action he would very soon regret
            Mark responded by savagely kicking Frank in the side. The air wooshed out of Frank and in the space of the few seconds before he was picked up by the collar and slammed against his car, he thought about the events that led up to this moment:
            Julia Freemantle, hottest girl Frank knew, and the most unlikely girl he could ever get. And had had the absolutely brilliant idea to make a pass at her by asking her out. Personally, he still thought the plan was perfectly decent, but the way he did it, didn’t go too well. Instead of asking her in the moment or two they had alone when they reached their lockers, he kind of shouted at her… which made sure that everyone in a 200 yard radius, and it also made VERY sure of the fact that she was more startled and scared rather than flattered, and proceeded to blush furiously and shake her head before running off to her next class, where it was later reported to Frank that she was crying/laughing so hard she couldn’t breath for a few moments.
            Mark Sletter, Julia’s ex/friends with benefits wasn’t too happy about that and had proceeded to corner Frank while he was on his way to his car, and let him know just how unhappy he was: by beating the living s**t out of him.

The beating went on for a few more minutes until finally it stopped... Frank looked up weakly to see if the beating was in fact over. It was. Mark was walking away towards a group of girls who were pointing... at Frank. Frank didn't think could get any worse, but then he saw that Julia Freemantle was among them... but his heart warmed up a little when he saw that instead of looking positively bubbly, she looked rather distraught at what Mark had done.

Suddenly there was a scream. Mark and Frank both looked up to see what had happened: a bum had appeared about 20 yards away. But half his face was gone. There was blood pouring down his face and onto the worn and torn plaid workshirt. His right leg seemed to be a little longer than his left, because he walked with a serious limp that didn't look like it had been caused by any injury.

"For f***s sake, RUN!" Frank yelled to the girls who had been paralyzed by fright. They turned, and started to run. The bum, who had by this point reached Frank looked at him sadly.

"Help... me..." He appeared to try and say more, but the rest of his words were strangled by a sudden fountain of blood that poured out of his mouth and onto the pavement. Frank quickly rolled out of the way, and stood up.

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