"Speak of it, and I will cut your tongue," he dragged their ears for emphasis. When they were done declaring their loyalty, he straightened his clothes with a wry smile. He was confident that no other soul would hear of it.

"Clean up and head back to your dormitory," he ordered, lofty, and blooming in satisfaction.

The two boys in the room reverted their attention to one another.

One was sullen. His shorts were down. He leaned back, tired and hurt.

The other, felt the sticky reminder of the older boy that exited the restroom moments ago. He sighed and washed it off as though it was normal.

“Why aren't you cleaning up?”

“ Leave me alone...”

The former gauged him, “ whatever you do, make sure you don't breath about this.”

" Flint, leave me alone," he repeated, brooding.

Flint watched him for awhile, “ I can do better you know. I can make you feel better...”

“Leave me alone...”

"Come on, Kelvin,"Flint continued, trying to convince the weary boy to bow to him. Unknown to him, Kelvin's hate and resentment for what they had made him do and what he had become was turning acidic inside him. It rose like a bile towards his throat, and the chatabox only served to make things worse. Flint was simply desperate to get down to their dark business.

Kelvin's eyes blurred with tears. “ How would mommy feel if she knew? What about daddy?”

His parents were missionaries. He couldn't imagine their reaction if they discovered.

It was painful for him to bear, and he despised himself for how much of it he enjoyed and how he was growing addicted to it. The thoughts of putting younger ones through what he was undergoing scared him. 

Taking up his shorts, he ran out of the restroom wailing.

The teachers were stupefied. No one could stop him.

And when he finally stopped, he was in the chapel before the alter, panting like a deer.

" No one else will understand me besides you...and no one else can save me.

Please... help me."