Chris kissed the girl he was with, then waved good-bye. She left with her friends. Cody followed Chris into the alley. I whispered to him, "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" He replied, "I'm going to give him what he deserves." "Cody, Don't, Please..." He wouldn't listen to me. "He is just some jock showing off, forget about it. The alley was dark. I smelled trouble. I was hoping I could get a cop or someone to stop him." Justin's hands were trembling. "But...but," Hobbs was opening his car door. Cody shouted at him. "Turn around, You Homophobic Prick!" Hobbs started laughing. "Are you two fagots following me, get the fuck out of my face or I'm going to kick both your asses. Maybe Taylor wants to suck my cock, is that it, fairy boy." Chris turned to look at us. That's...that's when I saw the gun. "Holy shit, Justin, he had a fucking gun?" Brian asked. Justin nodded yes. I panicked. "Cody, ARE YOU FUCKING CRACKED, put the gun away and let him go before this goes any further." "He...he slapped me hard across the face, then told me to shut the fuck up." "I touched my face. My lip was bleeding. I was stunned from him hitting me so hard. I just stood there unable to move." "Hey, man I was just kidding, Taylor knows I just like to tease. I'm harmless. Isn't that right, Taylor?" Hobbs knew he messed with the wrong person. "He looked at me to help him, and...and I just froze." Cody started laughing. He had this hateful look on his face. "On you knees, Pussy boy," he said to Chris. Hobbs was begging Cody to let him go, swearing he would never do it again. Cody moved closer to him. "Are you going to make me say it twice?" Chris got down on his knees. "He was so scared, Brian." "Hands behind your head," he told Chris. Hobbs was sniveling. Justin had a far away look on his face. "Justin," Brian said. "Are you all right?" Do you want to stop?" Justin shook his head. "No, I mean yes. Shit." He was confused. Brian could see that Justin's glassy blue eyes were reliving the disaster. He said, "Justin, would it be all right if I held your hand?" He smiled at Brian. "Sure, but if I squeeze your hand too hard, stop me. I don't want to be the cause of a sprained wrist. "Brian answered, "I think I can take care of myself, but if you hurt me, beware because I bite." Brian was trying to make light of the conversation. He had a feeling Justin had endured something horrible. Justin smiled. That made Brian happy. "I kept yelling at Cody, Are you fucking crazy? Put the gun away. Let him go before you do something you'll regret." Hobbs was begging him not to shoot. "I kept pleading with him. I told him he was going too far. Brian, it was like he was in a trance. His judgment was so clouded with hate. He wouldn't listen to anything I said. He snapped. He went fucking crazy. Cody screamed at me again. He told me if I didn't shut the fuck up, I would be next." "I was so fucking scared. I was afraid for myself and Chris. Cody was on a mission. There was nothing I could do." Justin was squeezing Brian's hand so hard, it was going numb. "Oww." Brian said. Justin looked down and pulled his hand away. "I'm so sorry, Brian. Maybe I should go now." "Justin, I'm fine. I want you to finish." Brian grabbed the blonde's hand again. Justin smiled. "He began walking towards Chris. He told him to keep his eyes down." Chris was visibly shaking. "Cody made Chris apologize to me. He made him repeat it over and over." "Say it. Say it again, you prick. Tell Justin how sorry you are for tormenting him; for starting a fire in his locker,for calling him a fagot every time you saw him. Say it. Again." "Chris looked at me and kept saying, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." "Tears were running down his face." I said, Cody, alright, it's enough. You've scared him. He's learned his lesson. Let him go." Justin looked at Brian."He...he just ignored me. I knew it was too late when he made Chris open his mouth." He was begging Cody to stop. I just stood there stunned." Brian lightly rubbed Justin's arm. "It's okay,he can't hurt you anymore. Go on." Justin nodded. tbc...