Post by Jack Shephard on Jun 7, 2008 16:30:26 GMT -5
Jack Shephard was being hit. Hard. Over and over again. Punched in his stomach and chest and face. He could feel the swelling beginning. His lip felt full of blood. He caught a glimpse behind a flashing fist of Marc Silverman, his friend whom he had been defending. They were going to beat him up. Now they were beating on Jack. Finally, when Jack felt consciousness might leave him, he heard a teacher coming over and telling them to break it up. The boys got up and ran off, and the teacher came over to see if Jack was okay. He nodded silently, staring daggers at Marc, who had just stood by while he had been beaten.
He pushed himself off the ground and stood, nearly falling over again. He gained his balance, and shook the teacher off, heading inside for the bathroom, where Marc followed him.
"Jack, I-"
""Watched. You WATCHED Marc. They just beat the crap out of me, because I stood up for you. And you WATCHED."
"Well I didn't ask for your help, Jack." Marc said hotly, under his breath.
"No, but it's what friends do, Marc." Jack answered him with equal distaste as the boy had turned to leave. Jack learned his first lesson about standing up for others. If the competition was big enough, it didn't really matter how close you were. His father would have called it survival of the fittest on Marc's part, foolishness on Jack's part. But that was how Jack was. He would have to come up with a good story for his dad to explain the bruises.
In a one story private schoolhouse, there were no stairs to 'fall down.'
He pushed himself off the ground and stood, nearly falling over again. He gained his balance, and shook the teacher off, heading inside for the bathroom, where Marc followed him.
"Jack, I-"
""Watched. You WATCHED Marc. They just beat the crap out of me, because I stood up for you. And you WATCHED."
"Well I didn't ask for your help, Jack." Marc said hotly, under his breath.
"No, but it's what friends do, Marc." Jack answered him with equal distaste as the boy had turned to leave. Jack learned his first lesson about standing up for others. If the competition was big enough, it didn't really matter how close you were. His father would have called it survival of the fittest on Marc's part, foolishness on Jack's part. But that was how Jack was. He would have to come up with a good story for his dad to explain the bruises.
In a one story private schoolhouse, there were no stairs to 'fall down.'
