With both hands, he my 140-pound body off the ground with ease. I could feel the knob enter my ass, as I squatted over it. He went over and greeted the other guys, like a pack of hyenas, they gathered around him. That explained a few things. I was feeling depressed, devastated, ashamed, gullible, and confused. While kneeling, someone whispered for me to stay down before he walked away. “This park is BX9 territory, you must pay the piper, or die,” he glared at me and paused. Helena and told her I wanted to start taking transition treatment and therapy. With all the dramas going on, I had forgotten about Zayne. I was told to book another appointment for a fortnight and take that time to decide what to do next. I just lay in bed, unable to get back to sleep or want to move much. The bus stopped by the park, and I glared toward where my assault happened. Tiffany stood by me, her arms crossed and glaring, much like a schoolteacher.
