~Avery~ "What?!", Dylan's mom yelled, with her eyes growing wider every second. "No.", Dylan said calmly with a blank expression. "That's not happening.", he added when he noticed his dad had no plans of answering him. "Shut up.", Mr. Arthur said with a stern voice, forcing Dylan's mouth shut, same with his wife.? Now all eyes were on me. One pair hoping for a yes and the other two pairs shooting daggers. "No, thank you. I just came to ask-", I got cut off before I could go on. "If you live here you'd never need to ask for anything again. Your wishes would be right in front of you before you can even think of asking and you'd be away from him.", Mr. Arthur dropped the advantages, trying to avoid saying my dad's name. I could guess that Dylan doesn't know about my 'family' but I'm sure his mom does. "But I'd be around him.", I said, glancing at the red angry eight year old boy who kept shooting daggers a

I got kicked out of my sleep, sitting up immediately and rubbing my cheek to calm the stinging pain I felt. My dad woke me up with a slap today. "Dress up and head over to Dylan's house. Arthur'll be the one dropping you off at school.", I simply nodded, already forgetting about how I was woken up.? I hopped out of bed, rushing to the bathroom. I was excited. I couldn't wait to be away from this mad man and his house but then I wasn't ready to be in the same car with Dylan. I didn't know the school's location so I couldn't walk there. I didn't bother being picky with clothes. I had nice ones because Mr. Arthur kept buying me some but I didn't want to stand out. I wanted space. After making my dad breakfast, I hurried to Mr. Arthur's, hoping I wasn't late. I was glad to see he was the one that opened the door today. Anyone else would have been awkward.? "You're up early. I see you don't want to be late on your first day of school.", he smiled, moving aside

Because of school, I found excuses I could use to avoid staying at home. Life was more bearable now but then again, it was still unbarable. What do I mean? Right now I'm kneeling beside my dad's couch, being forced to watch his lousy team play while bleeding non-stop from my arm and lap. My dad was sitting comfortably with his eyes fixed to the television, grumbling everytime his team made a mistake. He held his knife tight, like he was excited to use it on me again. "You better pray my team doesn't loose.", he said, boys bothering to look at me. Everytime the opposing team scores a goal, I get cut pretty deep. At the moment, I was in so much pain, barely hanging on to consiousness.? I was more terrified than I've been in a while. Not only did my whole body hurt like hell, my injuries were taking too long to heal. Watching blood gush out of my body was terrifying. I no longer felt excited feeling myself slowly loose life, things changed after my talk with Dylan. I c

Of course, after that day, Dylan and I started talking more but then we were never fully comfortable with each other. Most times, we avoided talking about personal issues, probably because we feel like we don't trust each other or whatever but to me, all that didn't matter. Even though I can't say I had someone to share my pain with, I at least had someone I could talk to and that's okay. Dylan was a good distraction. He's annoying, funny and can be off. He takes my mind off things. It feels good to feel something other than pain and burden. At first, Dylan didn't seem to care. After the day he called me best friend, he barely looked at me or even talked to me. I was always the person walking up to him to say hi and start a discussion or something. Later on, Dylan got used to my presence, not really used to it but he actually started talking... a lot. "Don't barge in you idiot. Learn how to start knocking.", I groaned, rolling my eyes as soon as I heard my door slam ope

"Remind me to never let you sit never let you sit next to me in class again.", I frowned, pushing my books to the side as soon as the bell rung. "And why should I do that?", Dylan asked with a smile playing on his lips. It's been there for a while. "Cause I learnt absolutely nothing.", I sighed, glancing at the board, wondering when they wrote all the science stuffs they did. I didn't even know the topic. "Oh...", He trailed, leaning on the chair and slouching a bit. Dylan literally talked through out school today and I couldn't tell him to stop. I didn't want to stop hearing his voice. It was comforting, but then again I wanted to listen to the teacher as well. I was hoping at least one teacher would tell him to shut up and one did, but he completely ignored him. It went like, "Dylan, please if you could just lower your voice.", the class let out a gasp when the teacher said that. "Avery I've told you to try putting yo