Chapter: Five.

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"How did you get in here?" Jameson stood on his feet to meet three sets of eyes staring at him.

"We saw him hit you. We wanted to help." They replied at once. They seem to like speaking at the same time.

It hit Jameson where he was and he spun around the school hall, terrified that people might have seen them. He didn't want anyone seeing his new friends, at least not dressed as they do right now.

"You shouldn't be here," Jameson whispered as he practically pushed them towards the entrance double doors.

"Are you ashamed of us?" Lilia asked not moving.

"You don't want people seeing us with you?" Zak asked, he too wasn't moving.

When Jameson heard laughter around him he stopped and looked around to find that he was surrounded by almost everyone in school, all laughing and pointing towards where he was.

He wanted to cry. He was scared that the entire school has seen his friends and those that bully him would even bully him more now that they know the kind of friends he kept.

"Jameson?" Zeb asked and tapped his shoulder lightly.

Jameson blinked back tears, ignored their laughter and smiled up at his friends.

"I'm not ashamed of you, I only didn't want them to see you dressed so dirty but it's ok." Jameson hugged Zak. "They laugh at me anyway."

"But they can't see us," Zak spoke into their hug.

Jameson pushed away from the cold boy and looked around him once again. Children still gathered about and were still laughing at him, most calling him names. Jameson was used to that.

"They can't?" Jameson asked and when all three heads nodded a yes. Loud laughter fell off the four-year-olds mouth. When everyone else saw him laughing, they stopped theirs to look at the boy even more weirdly.

"Let's get to class then, I need to get my bag," Jameson told them as they walked behind him back to his class.

"Don't you want to fight back?" Lilia asked.

"Fight who?" Jameson asked, ignoring the strange stares people threw at him.

"The boy that hit you?" Lilia asked again.

"Nope," Jameson answered with a shrug of his little shoulders.

"Why not?" Zak asked to the surprise of all three of them. They didn't understand why he wouldn't want to hurt all these people that have hurt him.

"Have you seen my hands?!" Jameson paused to wiggle his small arms in their faces. "What can I possibly do against Joey?!" Jameson was careful to whisper the boy's name, he didn't want the boy's trouble.

"You are scared of him?" Lilia asked.

"You have us now." Zak and Zeb assured him.

"I'm not scared, I just don't want trouble." Jameson lied.

They didn't ask him any more questions again as they knew his answers already. So they went with him to the class. While Jameson took his seat at the back, all three of them stood behind and every once in awhile Jameson would look behind him to see if they were still there and when he would see them he would smile so wide.

"Is there something you'd like to share with us, Jameson?"

Jameson's head shot up to stare at his teacher Miss Elizabeth.

"N-no." He stuttered as all eyes were on him.

"Then stop looking at your back so much." The woman told him and went back to teaching.

Jameson couldn't wait to get out of there and once the closing bell rang he took his bag and bolted for the door.

He was tripped twice and he would get up, pick up his bag and walk again. They would shove him as he walked down the hall and yet he'd ignore them. Jameson was this close to escaping his own private hell when someone punched his ribs. Jameson fell with a grunt and when he looked up with teary eyes he saw who it was.

"Stop been in my way weirdo." Joey breathed into his ears and walked out from the school his bunch of followers laughing as they went after their leader.

Jameson crawled towards the locker and sat down his hands nursing his wound. He was certain Joey broke a rib or two.

This time he cried as others laughed at him and walked away.

"You still do not want to hurt him?" Lilia appeared from one of the closed lockers.

Jameson didn't look at her, he didn't want her to see him cry. He didn't want them to think he was weak. But he didn't want to fight Joey, he couldn't fight Joey even if he tried. Joey is ten and he is just four, what could he possibly do.

"We will help you." The boys told him, each sitting on either side of Jameson.

"How?" Jameson asked. They were all small, just a little older than he was and they looked tired and hungry. How are they planning on winning a fight with Joey?

"Just say yes." Three voices spoke.

"Yes," Jameson answered and they smiled before disappearing before his eyes.

Jameson sat there for a while before he managed to get up on his feet. When he got outside of the school, the bus has already left and just like every other day. Jameson had to walk his way back home, slowly as his ribs still burns.

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"For the last time, Jameson tell me what you do in school that brings you home so late every other day?!!" His father yelled the minute the boy stepped feet's into the living room.

Jameson stood still with his head bowed as he tried to keep his breathing at a slow pace.

"Answer me goddammit!!" The man jumped from his chair and slapped the boy hard on the face. Now he was hurting from two different places.

Jameson whimpered and crawled upon himself on the floor, one hand on his stomach and the other on his left cheek.

If only they knew what they do to him in school every day. If only they had listened when he'd come home crying for help. But they didn't care. They never cared. Jameson's eyes met those of his mother who was carrying baby Jennifer in both hands.

"Let him go to his room, Richard." She told her husband and the angry man picked up the boy and threw him across the room.

"Get out of my sight!" The man yelled and Jameson crawled his way up the stairs and into his room.

Once inside, he locked his door and went to kneel in front of his mirror. Jameson took off his sweaters and shirt to see a big bloody mark on the left side of his stomach. He touched the wound and flinched from the pain that shot up to his heart, making his eyes water instantly.

He looked at his face were his father had left yet another mark, only the one on his face isn't as painful as the one he felt on his stomach.

Jameson kicked his bag under the bed and crawled up on the floor near the mirror, he was too hurt to move, and not to mention hungry too.

The only consolation has been there was no school the next day since it was Friday today.

"Take this, it will make you feel better."

Jameson was too tired to move but he took the green liquid in a strange-looking cup offered to him by Lilia and then drank the bitter thing.

Once he has drunk all that was in the cup, his vision cleared out a bit and his brain started up again. He looked around and saw all three of them seated on his bed.

"How do you know where I live?" Jameson whispered, too hurt to speak out loud. "Did you follow me?" He asked again.

"We know everything about you Jameson." They answered together before vanishing from his room once again.

Jameson soon fell asleep, he felt a lot better.

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