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John heard the thud of the school’s standard issue black
shoes against his ribs like distant thunder. The sharp pain knifed up to his
head and he gritted his teeth to keep from crying out. Suddenly, he felt a body
pressing on top of him, shielding him from the worst of the kicks. He heard
someone else’s grunts of pain and was ashamed to feel relief that someone else
was getting hurt instead of him.
February 20, 1981
It’s prom night but instead of being in his cheap motel room
with his slightly slutty girlfirend, John found himself walking along the
motel’s dimly lit corridor. Tony, his
best friend since that beating they shared in Grade 1, was pacing furiously.
“I just couldn’t do it, man. I don't know why. “ Tony said.
“It’s okay, bro.” John said. “No one said we had to have sex
on prom night, anyway.”
So neither of them did.
