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I had to follow him because I had no clue where we were. I was lightly holding onto the back of his shirt to keep my balance so that I wouldn’t fall. The more I recognized the higher my anxiety went. I started thinking of different scenarios that ended very badly.

“I can feel your anxiety.” Damon chuckled as he pulled me forward so we were walking side by side.

“I can’t help it.” I mumbled as I looked at the cracks in the sidewalk. “I’m just a natural overthinker.”

“Listen, you have nothing to worry about. I’ll be there right beside you the whole time.” He said. We made it to the front of the dorm building and entered slowly. I was barely even moving as we walked up the stairs that would lead to the floor my dorm was on. We both stopped in front of the dorm door. I handed Damon the key and as he unlocked the door I held my breath.

“Well if it isn’t the little gay boy. Took you long enough to get your ass over here.” Sam yelled from within the room.

Damon swung the door open so that he could see both of us. The color drained from his face when he realized I wasn’t alone.

“Yeah ‘the little gay boy’ is back.” Damon said with venom in his words. “Go ahead and pack up everything you’ll need. Don’t worry about anything else.” He said softly and smiled at me. The tension that was all over my body slowly faded away.

I went to my desk and grabbed my backpack and an empty duffle bag. I stuffed all of my books into the backpack along with study books and pencils. I opened the drawers to my dresser and stuffed the duffel bag full. I grabbed my phone, charger, laptop and its charger. I looked around making sure I grabbed everything I needed.

Damon came over to my bed and put the backpack on his back and grabbed the duffel bag. “Damon I c-can carry s-some of that.” I said reaching for the backpack.

“No, you’re too weak and besides you can barely even carry yourself.” He said and made his way towards the door.

“Where the fuck are you going?!” Sam yelled at me as I went to leave.

“A-away from y-you!” I stuttered out but was still proud because I talked back.

“Like hell you are! First you try to beat my friends up then, you disappear for a whole day and now you want to move out! Bullshit! You aren’t gonna do shit!” He spat at me as he made his way towards me. I backed away until I hit the wall. He put both his arms on either side of my head. I turned away, his eyes had to much hate in them for me to tolerate.

“Listen hear you fag, you don’t have the right to leave. Hell you don’t have the right to do anything! He whispered into my ear. I felt several tears fall down my cheeks as my breath hitched in the back of my throat.

“Pl-please just l-let me go.” I breathed. I heard a loud thud come from the door way and then Sam was on the floor. I collapsed onto the wall. Damon was holding Sam down by the throat. He had the upper hand too. I never realized how built he was. He had a really good muscle tone too.

He probably has amazing abs. I shook that thought out of my head as I closed my eyes trying to catch my breath.

I felt a sudden hand on my shoulder and jumped. “Are you okay, Max?” Damon asked me searching my eyes. I just nodded and tried to get up.

“Let me help.” Damon said as his arms wrapped around me and lifted me up effortlessly.

“Th-thanks” I said quietly.

“Are you ready to go?” He asked as he grabbed the two bags again.

“Yeah.” I said and slowly walked over to the door using the wall as support.