{"sf1_id":1524933,"sf2_id":"B1QvNoEe","title":"Chapter 9:A slice of school life with troubling a disappearance","author":"Ginsenshi","words":1394,"posted_at":"2019-12-21T16:00:00.000Z","tags":["Gay","Romance","bullies"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1524933-chapter-9-a-slice-of-school-life-with-troubling-a-disappearance","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/B1QvNoEe","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/fc/42/fc42bc94-c511-4fc6-968d-835d38e626ee","description":"#9 of Roen Olver Series\n\nJust a normal day with Roe and Alex running late for a Monday . Jonny and friends taking some,revange. with Roe going missing .","content":"Chapter 9:A slice\u0026nbsp; of\u0026nbsp; school life\u0026nbsp; with\u0026nbsp; troubling a\u0026nbsp; disappearance\n\nI awoke\u0026nbsp; the\u0026nbsp; next\u0026nbsp; morning \u0026nbsp; on\u0026nbsp; my\u0026nbsp; stomach, feeling hands\u0026nbsp; rubbing my\u0026nbsp; back and\u0026nbsp; warm\u0026nbsp; breath\u0026nbsp; tickling\u0026nbsp; my left\u0026nbsp; ear, and\u0026nbsp; then\u0026nbsp; licking\u0026nbsp; the\u0026nbsp; back\u0026nbsp; of\u0026nbsp; that\u0026nbsp; same\u0026nbsp; ear. I\u0026nbsp; moaned\u0026nbsp; into\u0026nbsp; it a\u0026nbsp; bit\u0026nbsp; and\u0026nbsp; then\u0026nbsp; reached\u0026nbsp; out\u0026nbsp; to\u0026nbsp; find, Connor\u0026nbsp; laying\u0026nbsp; on\u0026nbsp; my\u0026nbsp; back, wanting\u0026nbsp; breakfast\u0026nbsp; and\u0026nbsp; to\u0026nbsp; go out, With\u0026nbsp; breakfast\u0026nbsp; first\u0026nbsp; and\u0026nbsp; in\u0026nbsp; no\u0026nbsp; other\u0026nbsp; order.\u0026nbsp; I\u0026nbsp; rolled \u0026nbsp; out\u0026nbsp; of\u0026nbsp; bed\u0026nbsp; still\u0026nbsp; in\u0026nbsp; boxers\u0026nbsp; and \u0026nbsp; shirt\u0026nbsp; and\u0026nbsp; wondered\u0026nbsp; off\u0026nbsp; to the\u0026nbsp; kitchen\u0026nbsp; with\u0026nbsp; Connor\u0026nbsp; at my \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; hills\u0026nbsp; nudging\u0026nbsp; me\u0026nbsp; to\u0026nbsp; go\u0026nbsp; faster and\u0026nbsp; feed\u0026nbsp; him. The\u0026nbsp; smell\u0026nbsp; of\u0026nbsp; mom's\u0026nbsp; brewing\u0026nbsp; coffee\u0026nbsp; filled\u0026nbsp; my nose\u0026nbsp; as\u0026nbsp; I\u0026nbsp; got\u0026nbsp; closer\u0026nbsp; to the\u0026nbsp; kitchen . I heard \u0026nbsp; the morning news\u0026nbsp; on the\u0026nbsp; kitchen\u0026nbsp; tv\u0026nbsp; as Mom\u0026nbsp; grabbed\u0026nbsp; a\u0026nbsp; stainless steel\u0026nbsp; mug\u0026nbsp; from the\u0026nbsp; cabinet .\n\n\"Hot chocolate\u0026nbsp; is\u0026nbsp; almost done dear, just\u0026nbsp; sit\u0026nbsp; at the\u0026nbsp; table.\"\u0026nbsp; Mom\u0026nbsp; said, as\u0026nbsp; the\u0026nbsp; sound\u0026nbsp; of the\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; . Kettle's \u0026nbsp; water\u0026nbsp; poring\u0026nbsp; into\u0026nbsp; my\u0026nbsp; mug to\u0026nbsp; fill my ears.\n\nI\u0026nbsp; detoured\u0026nbsp; to\u0026nbsp; Connor's\u0026nbsp; bowls\u0026nbsp; and\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; ` \u0026nbsp; knelt down, opening\u0026nbsp; the food ben and\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; scooped\u0026nbsp; out\u0026nbsp; 2 cups of\u0026nbsp; food\u0026nbsp; and\u0026nbsp; poured\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; the\u0026nbsp; food\u0026nbsp; into\u0026nbsp; Connor's\u0026nbsp; bowl. Feeling\u0026nbsp; Connor's\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; inpatient stares on me\u0026nbsp; and hearing his\u0026nbsp; snorts of in\u0026nbsp; patients. With\u0026nbsp; that\u0026nbsp; done\u0026nbsp; Connor\u0026nbsp; happily\u0026nbsp; ate\u0026nbsp; his\u0026nbsp; food, as\u0026nbsp; I\u0026nbsp; continued\u0026nbsp; onto\u0026nbsp; the\u0026nbsp; table\u0026nbsp; and\u0026nbsp; sat\u0026nbsp; down,\n\n\"So\u0026nbsp; you\u0026nbsp; got\u0026nbsp; home\u0026nbsp; late , huh?\"\u0026nbsp; Was\u0026nbsp; dad's\u0026nbsp; question\u0026nbsp; as\u0026nbsp; I\u0026nbsp; settled\u0026nbsp; in my\u0026nbsp; chair.\n\n\"\n\n\"Yeah Me and\u0026nbsp; Alex\u0026nbsp; explored \u0026nbsp; Wolf Point's\u0026nbsp; Station, and\u0026nbsp; did\u0026nbsp; some\u0026nbsp; ghost hunting,\" I\u0026nbsp; replied\u0026nbsp; to\u0026nbsp; dad, as\u0026nbsp; Mom\u0026nbsp; brought\u0026nbsp; my\u0026nbsp; mug\u0026nbsp; and sat\u0026nbsp; down\u0026nbsp; at the\u0026nbsp; table\u0026nbsp; . Connor\u0026nbsp; finished\u0026nbsp; his\u0026nbsp; breakfast\u0026nbsp; and\u0026nbsp; joined\u0026nbsp; us\u0026nbsp; at the\u0026nbsp; table and\u0026nbsp; settled\u0026nbsp; next\u0026nbsp; to\u0026nbsp; mom\u0026nbsp; for\u0026nbsp; petting. \u0026nbsp;\n\nLater\u0026nbsp; on\u0026nbsp; after\u0026nbsp; my\u0026nbsp; belly\u0026nbsp; was\u0026nbsp; filled\u0026nbsp; and\u0026nbsp; Mom\u0026nbsp; and\u0026nbsp; dad \u0026nbsp; left\u0026nbsp; for\u0026nbsp; work , I\u0026nbsp; went\u0026nbsp; back\u0026nbsp; to\u0026nbsp; my bedroom\u0026nbsp; to\u0026nbsp; see\u0026nbsp; if\u0026nbsp; Alex\u0026nbsp; was\u0026nbsp; awake. I found\u0026nbsp; him\u0026nbsp; sitting\u0026nbsp; on\u0026nbsp; the\u0026nbsp; bed\u0026nbsp; with\u0026nbsp; my\u0026nbsp; MacBook Air\u0026nbsp; on\u0026nbsp; his\u0026nbsp; lap\u0026nbsp; browsing\u0026nbsp; facebook.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"So\u0026nbsp; anything\u0026nbsp; interesting\u0026nbsp; on\u0026nbsp; there?\" I\u0026nbsp; asked, as\u0026nbsp; I\u0026nbsp; sat next\u0026nbsp; to\u0026nbsp; him.\n\n\"Nah, just\u0026nbsp; the\u0026nbsp; usual\u0026nbsp; stuff.\" He\u0026nbsp; replied, re \u0026nbsp; panting and\u0026nbsp; hands\u0026nbsp; on\u0026nbsp; knees,\"Don't\u0026nbsp; we\u0026nbsp; need\u0026nbsp; to\u0026nbsp; get\u0026nbsp; ready\u0026nbsp; for\u0026nbsp; school?\"\n\nI felt\u0026nbsp; all\u0026nbsp; the\u0026nbsp; color\u0026nbsp; drain\u0026nbsp; from\u0026nbsp; my face, I forgot\u0026nbsp; it\u0026nbsp; was\u0026nbsp; Monday and\u0026nbsp; that\u0026nbsp; we\u0026nbsp; had school today.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Well\u0026nbsp; shit!\" I\u0026nbsp; cursed , \"Let's\u0026nbsp; get\u0026nbsp; ready.\"\n\nWe had\u0026nbsp; a hour \u0026nbsp; before\u0026nbsp; the\u0026nbsp; first\u0026nbsp; bell. So\u0026nbsp; we\u0026nbsp; rushed\u0026nbsp; a shower , sharing\u0026nbsp; of course , dressed , me in\u0026nbsp; black\u0026nbsp; khakis\u0026nbsp; and\u0026nbsp; a\u0026nbsp; faded\u0026nbsp; grey\u0026nbsp; shirt, with\u0026nbsp; Apple Watch\u0026nbsp; on wrist\u0026nbsp; and\u0026nbsp; on\u0026nbsp; my\u0026nbsp; right side iPhone 7 Plus\u0026nbsp; in\u0026nbsp; my\u0026nbsp; holster and\u0026nbsp; keys\u0026nbsp; on\u0026nbsp; belt. My Navy \u0026nbsp; blue\u0026nbsp; fedora\u0026nbsp; atop\u0026nbsp; my\u0026nbsp; head, and\u0026nbsp; hybrid Messenger bag/backpack \u0026nbsp; bag\u0026nbsp; across\u0026nbsp; my left shoulder\u0026nbsp; hanging\u0026nbsp; off my\u0026nbsp; right\u0026nbsp; hip. Connor \u0026nbsp; is\u0026nbsp; harnessed\u0026nbsp; up . Alex\u0026nbsp; borrowing\u0026nbsp; a\u0026nbsp; faded \u0026nbsp; batman shirt\u0026nbsp; and a\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; of\u0026nbsp; black\u0026nbsp; jean\u0026nbsp; shorts\u0026nbsp; of\u0026nbsp; mine.\n\nWe hightailed\u0026nbsp; it\u0026nbsp; to\u0026nbsp; the\u0026nbsp; high school 5 blocks away. Just\u0026nbsp; making\u0026nbsp; it \u0026nbsp; with \u0026nbsp; few minutes \u0026nbsp; to spare. Once\u0026nbsp; more \u0026nbsp; we\u0026nbsp; find\u0026nbsp; ourselves\u0026nbsp; panting with\u0026nbsp; the\u0026nbsp; run of the\u0026nbsp; 5 blocks\u0026nbsp;\n\nI heard\u0026nbsp; Jessie\u0026nbsp; call\u0026nbsp; out\u0026nbsp; to me as\u0026nbsp; I\u0026nbsp; sat down\u0026nbsp; at a\u0026nbsp; table\u0026nbsp; with\u0026nbsp; Alex\u0026nbsp; joining\u0026nbsp; me for the\u0026nbsp; wait for the\u0026nbsp; first bell.\n\n\"So\u0026nbsp; I heard\u0026nbsp; you\u0026nbsp; broke\u0026nbsp; Jonny's\u0026nbsp; nose\u0026nbsp; last night,\" She\u0026nbsp; said\u0026nbsp; as\u0026nbsp; she pulled\u0026nbsp; out a\u0026nbsp; chair\u0026nbsp; to\u0026nbsp; sit.\n\n\"Yeah, I did, but\u0026nbsp; he\u0026nbsp; deserve it.\" I replied, as\u0026nbsp; I\u0026nbsp; petted\u0026nbsp; Connor\u0026nbsp; who\u0026nbsp; was\u0026nbsp; trying\u0026nbsp; to\u0026nbsp; get\u0026nbsp; Jessie's\u0026nbsp; attention for\u0026nbsp; petting from\u0026nbsp; her.\n\n\"Well\u0026nbsp; he\u0026nbsp; is\u0026nbsp; a\u0026nbsp; jerk, he\u0026nbsp; tried\u0026nbsp; to\u0026nbsp; cop a\u0026nbsp; feel when\u0026nbsp; he\u0026nbsp; and\u0026nbsp; I were at the \u0026nbsp; diner.\" A few\u0026nbsp; days ago.\" She\u0026nbsp; explained , having\u0026nbsp; at\u0026nbsp; some point \u0026nbsp; pulled\u0026nbsp; out\u0026nbsp; her phone, and\u0026nbsp; was\u0026nbsp; showing\u0026nbsp; Alex\u0026nbsp; something\u0026nbsp; on\u0026nbsp; screen.\n\n\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\n\nThe\u0026nbsp; day \u0026nbsp; flu bye until\u0026nbsp; 4th period \u0026nbsp; when\u0026nbsp; I was\u0026nbsp; changing\u0026nbsp; out\u0026nbsp; for\u0026nbsp; gym, just\u0026nbsp; about\u0026nbsp; to\u0026nbsp; pull\u0026nbsp; up\u0026nbsp; my\u0026nbsp; shorts , when\u0026nbsp; I\u0026nbsp; heard\u0026nbsp; Jonathan's\u0026nbsp; deep voice\u0026nbsp; and\u0026nbsp; him\u0026nbsp; walking\u0026nbsp; towards\u0026nbsp; where\u0026nbsp; I was\u0026nbsp; changing\u0026nbsp; and\u0026nbsp; Connor\u0026nbsp; was\u0026nbsp; sitting\u0026nbsp; looking\u0026nbsp; at\u0026nbsp; me\u0026nbsp; in\u0026nbsp; half\u0026nbsp; a undress state, like\u0026nbsp; the\u0026nbsp; peeping\u0026nbsp; dog\u0026nbsp; he was. A hand\u0026nbsp; grabbed\u0026nbsp; me\u0026nbsp; by a\u0026nbsp; shoulder\u0026nbsp; and\u0026nbsp; before\u0026nbsp; I knew\u0026nbsp; it\u0026nbsp; was\u0026nbsp; thrown\u0026nbsp; against \u0026nbsp; the\u0026nbsp; nearest\u0026nbsp; wall. The\u0026nbsp; smell\u0026nbsp; of the\u0026nbsp; changing\u0026nbsp; room\u0026nbsp; getting\u0026nbsp; stronger\u0026nbsp; as\u0026nbsp; my\u0026nbsp; nose\u0026nbsp; was\u0026nbsp; rubbed\u0026nbsp; into the\u0026nbsp; wall,\u0026nbsp; Jonathan ; holding\u0026nbsp; me\u0026nbsp; there\u0026nbsp; with a elbow\u0026nbsp; in\u0026nbsp; my\u0026nbsp; back.\u0026nbsp; . Connor\u0026nbsp; let out\u0026nbsp; a\u0026nbsp; yelp\u0026nbsp; as\u0026nbsp; he\u0026nbsp; was\u0026nbsp; kicked \u0026nbsp; away\u0026nbsp; hard, Jonathan's\u0026nbsp; crew \u0026nbsp; holding\u0026nbsp; him\u0026nbsp; by the \u0026nbsp; collar\u0026nbsp; unable\u0026nbsp; to\u0026nbsp; get\u0026nbsp; to\u0026nbsp; my\u0026nbsp; side.\n\n\"Stupid\u0026nbsp; dog, why\u0026nbsp; don't\u0026nbsp; you\u0026nbsp; just \u0026nbsp; die!\"\u0026nbsp; Jonathan\u0026nbsp; shouted\u0026nbsp; at \u0026nbsp; Connor.\n\nAnother\u0026nbsp; yelp\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; was\u0026nbsp; Connor's\u0026nbsp; reply\u0026nbsp; as\u0026nbsp; the\u0026nbsp; sound\u0026nbsp; of\u0026nbsp; kicks\u0026nbsp; landed\u0026nbsp; on\u0026nbsp; Connor\u0026nbsp; a few more\u0026nbsp; times.\u0026nbsp; Jonathan's\u0026nbsp; two\u0026nbsp; friends\u0026nbsp; going\u0026nbsp; after\u0026nbsp; Connor\u0026nbsp; as\u0026nbsp; I\u0026nbsp; was\u0026nbsp; held\u0026nbsp; back\u0026nbsp; unable\u0026nbsp; to\u0026nbsp; help\u0026nbsp; my\u0026nbsp; partner.\u0026nbsp; It\u0026nbsp; seemed\u0026nbsp; to\u0026nbsp; go\u0026nbsp; on forever, Connor's\u0026nbsp; whines\u0026nbsp; getting \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; higher\u0026nbsp; in\u0026nbsp; pitch\u0026nbsp; and\u0026nbsp; then\u0026nbsp; suddenly\u0026nbsp; they\u0026nbsp; stopped. Jonathan\u0026nbsp; suddenly \u0026nbsp; no\u0026nbsp; longer\u0026nbsp; holding\u0026nbsp; me\u0026nbsp; back as\u0026nbsp; tears\u0026nbsp; rolled\u0026nbsp; down\u0026nbsp; my\u0026nbsp; cheeks. Though\u0026nbsp; with\u0026nbsp; him\u0026nbsp; letting me\u0026nbsp; go\u0026nbsp; his\u0026nbsp; fist\u0026nbsp; met\u0026nbsp; my\u0026nbsp; nose, hearing\u0026nbsp; it\u0026nbsp; break\u0026nbsp; under\u0026nbsp; the\u0026nbsp; weight\u0026nbsp; of\u0026nbsp; the \u0026nbsp; punch. The\u0026nbsp; blood\u0026nbsp; flowing\u0026nbsp; from \u0026nbsp; my\u0026nbsp; nose, as\u0026nbsp; Jonathan\u0026nbsp; came\u0026nbsp; in\u0026nbsp; for\u0026nbsp; another blow , my\u0026nbsp; arm\u0026nbsp; going\u0026nbsp; up\u0026nbsp; for a\u0026nbsp; block,\u0026nbsp; his\u0026nbsp; punch\u0026nbsp; then\u0026nbsp; landing\u0026nbsp; in\u0026nbsp; my\u0026nbsp; stomach\u0026nbsp; instead. Followed\u0026nbsp; by\u0026nbsp; a \u0026nbsp; rapid\u0026nbsp; set\u0026nbsp; of a\u0026nbsp; few more.\u0026nbsp; spit \u0026nbsp; and\u0026nbsp; blood\u0026nbsp; flu\u0026nbsp; from my\u0026nbsp; mouth as\u0026nbsp; the\u0026nbsp; onslaught continued, as\u0026nbsp; Jonathan\u0026nbsp; stopped\u0026nbsp; and\u0026nbsp; his\u0026nbsp; crew\u0026nbsp; took over\u0026nbsp; the\u0026nbsp; attacks.\n\nJames\u0026nbsp; and\u0026nbsp; Patrick taking\u0026nbsp; turns\u0026nbsp; on\u0026nbsp; kicking\u0026nbsp; me\u0026nbsp; in the\u0026nbsp; ribs, even\u0026nbsp; going\u0026nbsp; so far\u0026nbsp; as\u0026nbsp; to\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; stump\u0026nbsp; my\u0026nbsp; balls\u0026nbsp; in\u0026nbsp; what\u0026nbsp; felt\u0026nbsp; like\u0026nbsp; heavy\u0026nbsp; boots. \u0026nbsp;\n\nI\u0026nbsp; howled\u0026nbsp; out\u0026nbsp; in\u0026nbsp; pain\u0026nbsp; until\u0026nbsp; the\u0026nbsp; pain\u0026nbsp; just\u0026nbsp; disappeared.\u0026nbsp;\n\nI\u0026nbsp; groaned\u0026nbsp; out\u0026nbsp; in\u0026nbsp; weak\u0026nbsp; breaths, rolling\u0026nbsp; over\u0026nbsp; to\u0026nbsp; try\u0026nbsp; and\u0026nbsp; get\u0026nbsp; my feet\u0026nbsp; under\u0026nbsp; me\u0026nbsp; and\u0026nbsp; get up, with\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\n\nno\u0026nbsp; success. Instead\u0026nbsp; I reached\u0026nbsp; out\u0026nbsp; to\u0026nbsp; try\u0026nbsp; and\u0026nbsp; find\u0026nbsp; Connor , once\u0026nbsp; again\u0026nbsp; with\u0026nbsp; no\u0026nbsp; success. I\u0026nbsp; settled\u0026nbsp; back\u0026nbsp; end\u0026nbsp; laid\u0026nbsp; there, hearing\u0026nbsp; the\u0026nbsp; sounds\u0026nbsp; of\u0026nbsp; the\u0026nbsp; gym, the\u0026nbsp; showers\u0026nbsp; off\u0026nbsp; in the, the\u0026nbsp; background with the water running\u0026nbsp; . Not\u0026nbsp; really\u0026nbsp; sure\u0026nbsp; where\u0026nbsp; I was, I\u0026nbsp; reached\u0026nbsp; down\u0026nbsp; to my\u0026nbsp; belt\u0026nbsp; holster\u0026nbsp; and\u0026nbsp; pull out\u0026nbsp; my\u0026nbsp; iPhone, my\u0026nbsp; fingers\u0026nbsp; finding\u0026nbsp; nothing. I did the\u0026nbsp; same\u0026nbsp; to\u0026nbsp; find\u0026nbsp; my\u0026nbsp; apple\u0026nbsp; watch\u0026nbsp; and\u0026nbsp; was\u0026nbsp; going\u0026nbsp; to\u0026nbsp; ping\u0026nbsp; my iPhone, with\u0026nbsp; it\u0026nbsp; gone\u0026nbsp; also.\n\n\"Well\u0026nbsp; shit , I'm\u0026nbsp; just\u0026nbsp; out\u0026nbsp; of\u0026nbsp; luck, what's\u0026nbsp; next?\"\u0026nbsp; I thought\u0026nbsp; to myself, I\u0026nbsp; tried\u0026nbsp; to\u0026nbsp; get\u0026nbsp; more\u0026nbsp; comfortable, but\u0026nbsp; every time\u0026nbsp; I\u0026nbsp; try\u0026nbsp; to\u0026nbsp; change\u0026nbsp; positions\u0026nbsp; , a\u0026nbsp; pain just\u0026nbsp; shot\u0026nbsp; out\u0026nbsp; from\u0026nbsp; every where.\n\n\"Where\u0026nbsp; am\u0026nbsp; I ?\" I\u0026nbsp; asked\u0026nbsp; myself, reaching\u0026nbsp; out\u0026nbsp; to\u0026nbsp; try\u0026nbsp; and\u0026nbsp; run\u0026nbsp; a\u0026nbsp; fingertip\u0026nbsp; or \u0026nbsp; two\u0026nbsp; along a\u0026nbsp; wall\u0026nbsp; for\u0026nbsp; some\u0026nbsp; bearings.\u0026nbsp; Guess\u0026nbsp; I\u0026nbsp; could\u0026nbsp; be\u0026nbsp; in\u0026nbsp; one\u0026nbsp; of\u0026nbsp; the \u0026nbsp; utility rooms off\u0026nbsp; in the\u0026nbsp; back of the\u0026nbsp; locker-rooms. As I\u0026nbsp; drifted off\u0026nbsp; back\u0026nbsp; into\u0026nbsp; darkness,\u0026nbsp; thinking\u0026nbsp; I had\u0026nbsp; to find \u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;Connor, knowing\u0026nbsp; he\u0026nbsp; was\u0026nbsp; probably hurt\u0026nbsp; just as bad as I was.\n\nOnce\u0026nbsp; more\u0026nbsp; I woke my head\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; this\u0026nbsp; time \u0026nbsp; feeling\u0026nbsp; a\u0026nbsp; little\u0026nbsp; clearer, , maybe\u0026nbsp; I wasn't\u0026nbsp; covered\u0026nbsp; all in\u0026nbsp; blood\u0026nbsp; and\u0026nbsp; god\u0026nbsp; knows\u0026nbsp; what else. I heard voices\u0026nbsp; shouting , as\u0026nbsp; loud\u0026nbsp; as\u0026nbsp; someone\u0026nbsp; could\u0026nbsp; shout\u0026nbsp; in\u0026nbsp; a \u0026nbsp; locker room.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Roe! R\n\noen Oliver!\"\u0026nbsp; I could\u0026nbsp; make\u0026nbsp; out\u0026nbsp; the\u0026nbsp; shouting\u0026nbsp; voice\u0026nbsp; of\u0026nbsp; Mr. Davvson , his\u0026nbsp; voice\u0026nbsp; getting\u0026nbsp; ever\u0026nbsp; louder\u0026nbsp; as\u0026nbsp; he\u0026nbsp; got\u0026nbsp; closer\u0026nbsp; to\u0026nbsp; where\u0026nbsp; I\u0026nbsp; lay, not really\u0026nbsp; wanting\u0026nbsp; to\u0026nbsp; move.\n\nI swallowed and try to call out ,\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I'm\u0026nbsp; in\u0026nbsp; one\u0026nbsp; of the\u0026nbsp; utility rooms!\" I\u0026nbsp; called out my\u0026nbsp; voice\u0026nbsp; sounding\u0026nbsp; horse\u0026nbsp; to my\u0026nbsp; own\u0026nbsp; ears.\n\nFinally\u0026nbsp; the\u0026nbsp; creaking\u0026nbsp; of\u0026nbsp; hinges filled\u0026nbsp; the\u0026nbsp; room\u0026nbsp; I was\u0026nbsp; in. Alex's\u0026nbsp; voice\u0026nbsp; meeting\u0026nbsp; my\u0026nbsp; ears, \"Hey\u0026nbsp; hun, looks\u0026nbsp; like\u0026nbsp; they\u0026nbsp; did\u0026nbsp; a number\u0026nbsp; on\u0026nbsp; you, we\u0026nbsp; found\u0026nbsp; Connor\u0026nbsp; barking\u0026nbsp; his\u0026nbsp; head\u0026nbsp; off\u0026nbsp; at\u0026nbsp; anyone\u0026nbsp; who\u0026nbsp; would\u0026nbsp; listen.\" Alex\u0026nbsp; said\u0026nbsp; to me.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Poor\u0026nbsp; Connor, bet\u0026nbsp; they\u0026nbsp; did a\u0026nbsp; number\u0026nbsp; on\u0026nbsp; him\u0026nbsp; too.\" I replied, wincing at the pain in my\u0026nbsp; ribs.\n\nAlex\u0026nbsp; was\u0026nbsp; down\u0026nbsp; on my\u0026nbsp; level now, his\u0026nbsp; fingertips\u0026nbsp; touching\u0026nbsp; gently\u0026nbsp; at my\u0026nbsp; body.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Let\u0026nbsp; me\u0026nbsp; get\u0026nbsp; Mr. Davvson, , and\u0026nbsp; I can call EMTs.\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Yeah\u0026nbsp; do that\u0026nbsp; and\u0026nbsp; call\u0026nbsp; my\u0026nbsp; parents\u0026nbsp; at\u0026nbsp; the\u0026nbsp; clinic .\" I\u0026nbsp; said, finally\u0026nbsp; relaxing\u0026nbsp; at\u0026nbsp; Alex's\u0026nbsp; touch.\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Roen Olver  the  teen years","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1524928-chapter-8-to-boldly-go-or-at-least-fine-some-old-scary-places.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1524938-chapter-10-the-pain-and-having-to-heal.json"}}