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Note: This is a story where a guy will be tortured to the peak but still won't try to get his revenge or anything because he is scared. Even when his family's tortured, he just thinks "It's okay since I had no other choice" even tho he was the one to bring his family onto this. This is a frustrating, blood boiling story where you'll not see even an ounce of satisfying revenge or anything! It's just made to torture the readers :)
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Chapter 1: The First Choice
Nathan Everhart hunched his shoulders as he made his way through the narrow corridor of Bellmont High, his eyes fixed on the floor. The chatter of students filled the air, a cacophony of laughter, arguments, and locker doors slamming shut. For most, this was just another Friday. For Nathan, it was another day to survive.
The first shove came from his left. His books tumbled to the floor as he stumbled, his palms scraping against the linoleum.
"Watch where you're going, loser," sneered Derrick, the ringleader of Nathan's tormentors. Behind him, a small group of students snickered, their laughter sharp and piercing.
Nathan’s mouth opened to protest but snapped shut just as quickly. He muttered a barely audible, "Sorry," and bent to pick up his books.
"Sorry? That’s all you’ve got? What a pathetic little worm," Derrick said, kicking one of the books down the hall.
Nathan flinched but didn’t react. He knew better than to show anger or frustration—it only made things worse.
"Pick it up," Derrick commanded.
Nathan hesitated for a moment, his body frozen in place. Then, slowly, he stood and shuffled down the hall to retrieve the book.
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The Party Invitation
By the time Nathan reached his locker, the humiliation from earlier was already replaying in his mind. He told himself it didn’t matter. They’d get bored eventually. They always did.
He had just started loading his books into his bag when a voice whispered in his ear, sending a chill down his spine.
"You busy tonight, Nate?"
It was Derrick again. Nathan didn’t need to turn around to recognize the voice. He froze, gripping the edge of his locker.
"No," Nathan said, his voice barely audible.
"Good. There’s a party at Max’s place. You’re coming."
Nathan turned, his eyes darting between Derrick and his entourage. "I don’t really do parties," he said, trying to keep his voice steady.
Derrick’s smile didn’t waver, but his eyes darkened. "Oh, you’ll do this one. Bring your sister. Heard she’s a real looker."
Nathan’s stomach dropped. "My sister?"
"Yeah, Lily, right? She’s a freshman now, isn’t she? Perfect age." Derrick leaned in closer, his breath hot against Nathan’s ear. "Don’t make me repeat myself."
Nathan’s mind raced. He wanted to say no, to stand his ground, but he could already feel the consequences of defiance: the beatings, the humiliation, the weeks of torment.
"I’ll see if she’s free," he said finally, hating himself for the words.
---
The Dreadful Evening
When Nathan got home, Lily was in the kitchen, humming to herself as she chopped vegetables for dinner. She looked up when he entered, her face lighting up with a smile.
"Hey, Nate! How was school?"
"Fine," he muttered, avoiding her gaze.
"Are you okay?" she asked, her tone softening.
"Yeah, just... tired." He hesitated, his heart pounding. "Hey, uh, there’s a party tonight. Some people from school. They asked if you wanted to come."
Lily frowned. "A party? That’s not really my thing."
"It’s just a casual thing," Nathan said quickly. "You don’t have to stay long. I’ll be there too."
She studied him for a moment, her brow furrowed. "Are you sure? You never go to parties."
Nathan forced a laugh. "Trying something new, I guess. It’ll be fun."
Lily hesitated but eventually shrugged. "Okay, I guess. Let me finish up here first."
As she turned back to the cutting board, Nathan felt a lump rise in his throat. He wanted to say something, to stop her, but the fear of Derrick’s retaliation loomed large.
---
The Party
Max’s house was a sprawling suburban monstrosity, the kind of place where parents were perpetually absent, leaving their kids to run wild. The music was deafening, the bass rattling the windows.
Nathan stayed close to Lily as they entered, his eyes scanning the room for Derrick. He spotted him near the kitchen, a beer in hand, surrounded by his usual crew.
"There’s Derrick," Nathan said, his voice tight. "I’ll introduce you."
Lily hesitated. "I don’t know, Nate. This place feels..."
"It’s fine," Nathan interrupted. "Just for a bit."
He led her over, each step feeling heavier than the last.
Derrick’s smile widened when he saw them. "There she is!" he said, throwing an arm around Lily. "Welcome to the party!"
Nathan forced a smile, his hands trembling.
"I’ll, uh, grab us some drinks," he said, backing away before Lily could protest.
---
The Aftermath
Nathan didn’t see Lily again that night. He spent most of the party in the corner, nursing a soda and pretending not to exist. When he finally worked up the courage to look for her, Derrick stopped him.
"She’s fine," Derrick said, his tone mocking. "She’s having a great time. Don’t worry about it."
Nathan’s stomach churned, but he didn’t press the issue. He left the party without her, telling himself she’d come home on her own.
She didn’t.
---
The Next Morning
Lily came home just before dawn, her face pale, her eyes hollow. Nathan was waiting in the living room, his heart pounding as she walked past him without a word.
"Lily—"
"Don’t," she snapped, her voice shaking. "Don’t say anything."
Nathan watched her retreat to her room, the door slamming shut behind her. He wanted to go after her, to explain, to apologize, but he knew it wouldn’t matter.
Instead, he sat back down, his hands clenched into fists.
"It’s not my fault," he whispered to himself. "I didn’t have a choice."
But even as he said the words, he felt the weight of the lie pressing down on him, heavier than anything Derrick had ever done.
***
Chapter 1: The First Choice
Nathan Everhart hunched his shoulders as he made his way through the narrow corridor of Bellmont High, his eyes fixed on the floor. The chatter of students filled the air, a cacophony of laughter, arguments, and locker doors slamming shut. For most, this was just another Friday. For Nathan, it was another day to survive.
The first shove came from his left. His books tumbled to the floor as he stumbled, his palms scraping against the linoleum.
"Watch where you're going, loser," sneered Derrick, the ringleader of Nathan's tormentors. Behind him, a small group of students snickered, their laughter sharp and piercing.
Nathan’s mouth opened to protest but snapped shut just as quickly. He muttered a barely audible, "Sorry," and bent to pick up his books.
"Sorry? That’s all you’ve got? What a pathetic little worm," Derrick said, kicking one of the books down the hall.
Nathan flinched but didn’t react. He knew better than to show anger or frustration—it only made things worse.
"Pick it up," Derrick commanded.
Nathan hesitated for a moment, his body frozen in place. Then, slowly, he stood and shuffled down the hall to retrieve the book.
---
The Party Invitation
By the time Nathan reached his locker, the humiliation from earlier was already replaying in his mind. He told himself it didn’t matter. They’d get bored eventually. They always did.
He had just started loading his books into his bag when a voice whispered in his ear, sending a chill down his spine.
"You busy tonight, Nate?"
It was Derrick again. Nathan didn’t need to turn around to recognize the voice. He froze, gripping the edge of his locker.
"No," Nathan said, his voice barely audible.
"Good. There’s a party at Max’s place. You’re coming."
Nathan turned, his eyes darting between Derrick and his entourage. "I don’t really do parties," he said, trying to keep his voice steady.
Derrick’s smile didn’t waver, but his eyes darkened. "Oh, you’ll do this one. Bring your sister. Heard she’s a real looker."
Nathan’s stomach dropped. "My sister?"
"Yeah, Lily, right? She’s a freshman now, isn’t she? Perfect age." Derrick leaned in closer, his breath hot against Nathan’s ear. "Don’t make me repeat myself."
Nathan’s mind raced. He wanted to say no, to stand his ground, but he could already feel the consequences of defiance: the beatings, the humiliation, the weeks of torment.
"I’ll see if she’s free," he said finally, hating himself for the words.
---
The Dreadful Evening
When Nathan got home, Lily was in the kitchen, humming to herself as she chopped vegetables for dinner. She looked up when he entered, her face lighting up with a smile.
"Hey, Nate! How was school?"
"Fine," he muttered, avoiding her gaze.
"Are you okay?" she asked, her tone softening.
"Yeah, just... tired." He hesitated, his heart pounding. "Hey, uh, there’s a party tonight. Some people from school. They asked if you wanted to come."
Lily frowned. "A party? That’s not really my thing."
"It’s just a casual thing," Nathan said quickly. "You don’t have to stay long. I’ll be there too."
She studied him for a moment, her brow furrowed. "Are you sure? You never go to parties."
Nathan forced a laugh. "Trying something new, I guess. It’ll be fun."
Lily hesitated but eventually shrugged. "Okay, I guess. Let me finish up here first."
As she turned back to the cutting board, Nathan felt a lump rise in his throat. He wanted to say something, to stop her, but the fear of Derrick’s retaliation loomed large.
---
The Party
Max’s house was a sprawling suburban monstrosity, the kind of place where parents were perpetually absent, leaving their kids to run wild. The music was deafening, the bass rattling the windows.
Nathan stayed close to Lily as they entered, his eyes scanning the room for Derrick. He spotted him near the kitchen, a beer in hand, surrounded by his usual crew.
"There’s Derrick," Nathan said, his voice tight. "I’ll introduce you."
Lily hesitated. "I don’t know, Nate. This place feels..."
"It’s fine," Nathan interrupted. "Just for a bit."
He led her over, each step feeling heavier than the last.
Derrick’s smile widened when he saw them. "There she is!" he said, throwing an arm around Lily. "Welcome to the party!"
Nathan forced a smile, his hands trembling.
"I’ll, uh, grab us some drinks," he said, backing away before Lily could protest.
---
The Aftermath
Nathan didn’t see Lily again that night. He spent most of the party in the corner, nursing a soda and pretending not to exist. When he finally worked up the courage to look for her, Derrick stopped him.
"She’s fine," Derrick said, his tone mocking. "She’s having a great time. Don’t worry about it."
Nathan’s stomach churned, but he didn’t press the issue. He left the party without her, telling himself she’d come home on her own.
She didn’t.
---
The Next Morning
Lily came home just before dawn, her face pale, her eyes hollow. Nathan was waiting in the living room, his heart pounding as she walked past him without a word.
"Lily—"
"Don’t," she snapped, her voice shaking. "Don’t say anything."
Nathan watched her retreat to her room, the door slamming shut behind her. He wanted to go after her, to explain, to apologize, but he knew it wouldn’t matter.
Instead, he sat back down, his hands clenched into fists.
"It’s not my fault," he whispered to himself. "I didn’t have a choice."
But even as he said the words, he felt the weight of the lie pressing down on him, heavier than anything Derrick had ever done.
