Jake spat blood onto the floor of the first floor of his library. He was slumped over on the floor, a hand cupping over the left side of his rib cage. For a moment, his silence gave off the fact that he couldn’t breathe and soon, he shakily was pushing himself onto his feet and looking at the other only to feel large hands push him against the wall and a rather painful force punch his gut, causing him to double over and choke. The boy wheezed and wondered why this was happening to him. Perhaps the other was forced into doing such actions, or maybe he genuinely just hated to boy. Nonetheless, he just wanted all of it to end. “Why.. why are you doing this..?” He dared to ask just as soon as he caught his breath. He didn’t have the courage to look straight at the person who had caused him so much harm. “Please. J-Just don’t hurt me anymore..”