Creative writing peice

He quickly crossed to the other side of the street, hoping they would not notice him. The sound of horns screaming and cars skidding didn’t make a difference to him. The possibility of running into them again made it worth it. Once he thought he had sprinted away far enough from school, he slowed down and started to walk and sighed a bit of relief. But once he heard an ambush of laughter approaching behind him, he began to sprint again.
The same group of guys that had picked on Ben all of his younger years were still going at it. Unfortunately, it had gotten a bit more extreme since then. Being physically picked on and beat up daily after school was getting old. Though Ben was used to it by now, it didn’t make him feel any better and it definitely didn’t take any of the pain away. Today would be the day that he would make a run for it and wouldn’t let those boys overpower him again. You would think that a group of four sophomore’s would know better by now.
Quicker and quicker Ben began to run; block after block. Seeing as Ben was a bit out of shape, having four all-state track stars sprinting after him didn’t make it a long battle. Once they caught up with him, they grabbed him by his arms and took him into an alley. As Ben pleaded and pleaded to be released, it only made them angrier and rougher with him. He apologized repeatedly for anything that he had ever done wrong to them. His promised not to bother them again, like he must have been doing before, without even realizing it.
They were not yet ready to compromise with this idea just yet. As the four began taking turns swinging at Ben’s face and stomach, he finally found something in him. He used to just let him hurt him, and stay quiet until it was time to go; that was always the safest bet. But this time, for whatever reason, was different. He started to scream.
Ben yelled so loud, without pause, for the longest time. Though the boys tried to cover his mouth, Ben would find a way to avoid it and continue to scream. Not even two minutes passed when a familiar shadow turned his head into the alley. The strongest, tallest senior in our whole school began to walk down toward us.
The look on those four boy’s faces were priceless. After the harsh words from the senior, Ben was assured that this daily routine was never to happen again. Once the guys left, Ben stood in silence.
“Why did you bother to help me?” asked Ben.
“Because, I’ve been in your place. I know what it’s like, and I wish I would have had someone here for me.”
Seeing as the upperclassmen didn’t seem very comfortable reliving his past, Ben just left it at that. Even the littlest feeling of being cared for changed the way Ben felt about things. From here on out, he would be much more confident, all because of one stranger that decided to stop and care.