All The Power In The World Can't Help You Now (Elsie + Evie) Aug 24, 2017 5:39:56 GMT
Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Aug 24, 2017 5:39:56 GMT
Elliot had considered a lot of consequences of Isaac's departure. He knew it'd be flat out harder to enjoy himself without his brother by his side. He knew he'd have to run himself ragged coming up with excuses and reasons, because telling the truth to his mom in a fashion like this would break her in half. He knew Maia would obviously be on edge, and frankly it just hurt to see her and the rest of their friends react to such news. Worst of all, he knew that somewhere, his brother was probably in horrible distress both physically and mentally. It was an awful burden to carry, and something far scarier to Elliot than being alone normally would have been.
However, Elliot couldn't have foreseen the bullying. He always felt that he was rather well-liked, personally. He also wasn't sure that Isaac was the best anti-bullying deterrent, considering that he was about 5 feet tall and as intimidating as a spread of bubble wrap. Nevertheless, a strategically-deployed older brother was an asset that Elliot had sorely taken for granted. There was safety in numbers and danger in differences, and Elliot both lacked the former and had the latter in spades.
It had been a few days since the bullying had started, yet Elliot was still caught off guard as he felt a well-polished shoe hook around his walking stick. They were off school grounds right now, just far enough that the administration could put their hands in their pockets and say it wasn't a problem. More surprising was how bold they were; usually, Elliot's newfound bullies had waited until he was between school and home to strike. Now he had barely turned a corner around the premises before they struck, leaving Elliot falling right onto the concrete.
He caught himself with his hands, heart taking a leap as he realized just how close his head was to hitting the floor. The sticky feeling of lightly scraped hands was pretty bad, but not as bad as seeing his walking stick rolling into the bushes. Oh god. Now it was going to be a major pain to find, especially when whoever had just tripped him had far more mobility.
As he looked up he saw his tormentor. Of course it was Goro. The guy even shared a name with a big, stupid ogre. Usually he just followed other bullies around like a toady, but it seemed like today he was getting bold enough to strike it out on his own. "Having trouble seeing where you're going, Idiot?" he asked, taking great delight in how the English word kinda-sorta rhymed with Elliot's name. He made the same joke every day, and nobody laughed but himself. Maybe he hoped now that, as a captive audience, Elliot would have no choice but to laugh. "No wonder you keep falling!"
"This is the third time this week, Goro," Elliot said, weakly groaning. He was seriously not in the mood for this, and already tried propping himself up to start making his way towards his walking stick. Two small, red stains on the floor stood as marks of shame from his earlier fall. "Can't you just give me a break this once?"
Goro just looked down at Elliot's leg, smirking. "It looks like life already did that for me!" he said, bursting out into full on laughter again. Goro really was the worst kind of bully. Rather than just taking Elliot's wallet and getting it over with, he fancied himself a comedian. Normally by now one of the other bullies would've slapped him for being lame and moved things along by now, but today Elliot was trapped.
He could only groan in irritation, staggering for his walking stick and occasionally slipping up from his unevenly distributed weight. If this reoccurred more than it currently did, it was going to get really irritated really fast.