12

"Reid?" I wonder.

"Hush. And yeah. Red hair, freckles. You liked me. You were the faggot I beat up in eight grade. You're the psycho who killed my brother. You should've died a very long time ago!" He grunts.

I start to fear for my life. I try and savor every breathe because I know that they could be my last.

"You can call the police, all you want, but if you kill me before they get here, you're going back to prison!"

"No I won't!" I yell, running out of my room and down the stairs.

"Get the hell back here!" I hear him yell from upstairs. I hurry to grab my phone and run out the door, but before I can he grabs my arm.

"You can't run fool. Not even back in middle school. You're weak!" He taunts.

I punch him in the face, and get myself off the floor. I run out of the front door screaming for my life.

"Help! Help! Someone call 9-1-" I yell before getting knocked to the ground.

My vision starts to blur, and I start to lose my hearing.

"You're a feisty one aren't you!" Reid says as he pulls my body to his car. I can feel every bump in the road back in trunk. I can barely breathe and it is hotter than the sun back here. I try banging on the trunk door but it's no use. After what seems hours her finally parks he car. When he opens the trunk he throws a bag over my head. I resist it, and I am able to get out of the trunk.

"Reid, little old Reid. Why is it that you tormented me for being gay when I was dating your brother?" I ask him.

He stands up, breathing heavily and pain, "Because he truly didn't love you. He was doing it to make you happy. Everything he said or did. A lie. Then you went and killed him. Didn't you truly love him?"

"Yes, I did!" I yell at him.

"Well now you know he didn't. Your live's been a lie. It's been punishment for being gay. You need to die and rot in hell. You faggots are the reason this world is falling apart, and It's up to me to save my country from this horrible sin!" He angrily mutters.

I yell back at him, sad and angry, "Gay is not a sin. Judging is a sin. Not accepting people is rude. You should go to hell. Killing is a sin. You killing me is no worse then me being gay."

"No. I'm killing for God. I'm getting rid of the homosexuals who should've been killed along time ago!"

I pause and then yell at him, more angered, "You have it all wrong, Reid! We, us gays, are not the problem. You are, and if you don't see that? Ugh, you disgust me. I;m calling the police!"

No you are not Tyler. You are not going to ruin my plans for revenge. Savor every last breathe you take because tonight is your last night!" Avery says, walking toward me.