The next lesson was geography. Everyone is ready, and there are five minutes left before class. At that time, Chase kept thinking about what had happened in the locker room, and he began to realize that he was starting to play with a fire that could not be extinguished. In all these five years, he had never encountered this. Ovchar was thinking what to do: continue the fight or accept it and not be bad anymore. While he was thinking, a ball landed on his head from behind. This made Chase angry.
"Who did this?" The bully asked angrily, pointing at the ball.
The guys were scared and one of them raised his hand cautiously. It was a 13-year-old Corgi boy who then said:
"It's me."
Chase was angry at him and was preparing to throw the ball back at him.
"I'm going to ask you a question."
The boy was scared and covered himself with his paws, preparing for the worst, when suddenly everyone heard a cough, indicating that everyone should pay attention.
"Chase, what did I tell you?"
The named one bulged his eyes and got very angry. He turned to see Marshall, who was standing with his arms folded on his chest.
"I told you that I would continue if I saw this," the Dalmatian said seriously, approaching him.
"It's none of your business, get lost," Chase said angrily, preparing to throw the ball to the new guy.
"Chase, I told you, this is going to end badly for you," Marshall said sympathetically and continued: "Can't you understand that?"
"I can't figure out when you're going to leave me alone."
"When the cancer is hanging on the mountain," the Dalmatian said enthusiastically. "I'll never leave you alone, Chase. If you weren't so bad, I wouldn't bother you, but your behavior left me with no choice.
Chase's eyes bulged again at the blue-eyed man's harsh statement: he realized that he had fallen into a trap from which he could not escape. Rage built up, and he threw the ball to the Dalmatian, but he was able to catch it and serve it to the one to whom it belonged. The guys ran away from there, when Chase ran up and tried to hit Marshall, but he managed to dodge, which even the bully did not touch him. The blue-eyed man realized that he had to calm the bull in the skin of a German shepherd. He jumped on him, hugged him and began to lick his face and even gently bite his ear. The brown-eyed man tried to push him off, but he clung to him so tightly that he wouldn't let go. No one saw it, because everyone was in their classes, and therefore it's a little good for the shepherd, because no one will see his shame.
"Get off me, Marshall," the bully begged him, trying to detach himself from the newcomer. "I don't want to be disgraced."
Marshall pulled back and said:
"If you don't want to be disgraced, do what I say and everything will be fine," the Dalmatian said seriously and kissed his forehead. That didn't make Chase feel any better.
"But my father will kill me if he finds out about this."
Marshall jumped off Chase and came up with something.
- Why don't I go to your house with you and talk to him?
Brown-eyed couldn't believe it. He did not understand how a naive newcomer could not understand that his father was very angry and that it was better not to joke with him. He decided to keep Marshall out of danger, despite his antics.
"No, please, it's better not," Chase continued to plead with him.
"Chase, it's going to be okay," the Dalmatian reassured him. "Trust me.
Chase tried to believe it, but he was scared.
The bell rang, and Chase and Marshall entered the office and got ready for class. In the lesson, it was necessary to indicate countries and seas with oceans on the map. Marshall was called in for this. He understood this perfectly well and could immediately find the place whose name had just been mentioned. And he was able to show this now, and it surprised everyone even more, even Chase, who now did not feel hatred, but anxiety, because his father was a real tyrant who had nothing to know about love and pity - only power, thirst for humiliation and money. Shepherd began to realize that he did not need this, that he had been living in illusion and fear all the time, but he had a bad feeling that terrible things would happen to Marshall in a clash with his tyrannical father. Now Marshall was dexterously pointing out what the teacher had asked and answering what was asked of him. There was no limit to the surprise, and everyone considered Marshall to be almost a super-gifted student who sat down at the desk next to Chase, looking with concern at perhaps his new friend or almost more than a friend.
The lesson ended and the students went home. The guys noticed that Chase didn't climb when Marshall was around, and they expressed the hope that this would save them and everything would be fine. Marshall and Chase were silent the whole way, except that the Dalmatian asked where Chase lived. He told him where and how, and Marshall really felt sorry that he was living poorly, so he decided to take Chase in if he couldn't find a common language with Chase's father and bring him to reason.
"Chase, I've been thinking.: and maybe you should live with me if your father does this to you? Marshall asked, hoping that he would accept his offer.
Chase was surprised by this and replied:
"I'd love to, but my dad won't allow it, and neither will your parents, judging by who I am."
- My parents don't mind: they told me to talk to you if I could bring you to reason and talk to me.
Chase was shocked that Marshall might have been doing all this in order to take him in. Honestly, Chase didn't expect anyone to care about him. He was very grateful to Marshall, but he didn't want anything to happen to him if his father went berserk.
"Thank you, Marshall, but I do not know...I don't feel comfortable right now from what will happen during your conversation with my father," the former bully continued to worry. "He's very dangerous, you shouldn't mess with him.
"Don't worry, Chase," the Dalmatian insisted, putting a paw on his classmate's shoulder. - If something happens, then run to my parents to help. I live next door to you. You'll be able to make it.
"Okay, although I don't think they'll forgive me if something happens to you."
"Don't worry, they'll forgive you.
The guys almost reached their destination, and the shepherd managed to see the house where Marshall lives. He learned this from the Dalmatian himself as they passed by. It was very beautiful: white, two-storied and with a balcony from where you could see a small overview. Chase wanted to take a closer look at the house and see its surroundings, but first he had to solve the problem with his father. Chase's house looked terrible. Before his mother's death, he looked beautiful: he had flowers, patterns on him, and even if he was one-story tall, he was beautiful - but now he was all black with skull markings, which made Marshall's eyes bulge, but when he entered the courtyard, which was surrounded by a rusty metal fence, which did not open the whole The picture turned out to be even worse. The house was surrounded by all kinds of skulls, spears and other creepy things.
"Chase, is your father a Goth?" Marshall asked with disgust.
"Yes, he tried to get me into it, even though he also drank a lot, and he also tried to get me used to it," Chase replied sadly. - That's one of the reasons why he hits me.
"If I had known, I probably wouldn't have treated you like this." I'm really sorry," Marshall said sympathetically.
"Nothing." To be honest, I even liked it.
"Really?"
"Yeah," Chase blushed, "it's just that my mom used to do that, except for kissing, of course."
Marshall smiled, touched by Chase's response and reaction. He was also very pleased to do this with the shepherd dog and he really hoped that they could be together, although for this they need to spend more time with each other.
They were on their doorstep now, preparing for the worst.
"I hope you haven't changed your mind, Marshall." - looking at the newcomer, the shepherd asked.
"No, I have to help you, Chase," Marshall replied seriously, knocking on the door.
The man's screams were heard, and it scared Chase, and Marshall tried not to show his fear, but he didn't know that it could almost cost him his life.
