Warning. Self-harm is in this chapter! I will provide a warning if you don't want to read it. Enjoy!

"Please... I just need one more day; then I'll have the money!" Nathan pleaded; ignoring his landlord's glare

"I've given you chance after chance, Kid. I don't enjoy doing this, but you're giving me no choice; pack your things and leave. You have until this time tomorrow; place anything you don't want to keep in the skip outside." His landlord walked out; leaving Nathan speechless.

Nathan got himself a glass of water, preparing himself and trying to think of a place to stay.

After downing his drink, Nathan began clearing his cabinets of glasses and plates; he prayed that Dylan would stay asleep, but considering his son was five months old, he gave it two hours before he woke up.

Nathan predicted. After getting the kitchen cleared of his belongings and cleaned when he heard Dylan's cries through the baby monitor.

After changing Dylan's nappy, Nathan placed him in his play-pen, hoping the boy would amuse himself and give him time to complete at least half of his bedroom before the son's feed-in four hours.

Nathan got straight to work after he completed packing his things in the kitchen; he knew if he took a break, he wouldn't have enough time. He grabbed his suitcase from his wardrobe and began placing his clothes inside.

It only took one hour for Nathan to clean out his room. He knew he could have had it done in half the time if he was just packing, but having to clean every surface killed a lot of time.

Nathan just sobbed and shook. Every worry and problems he bottled up over the last year just overwhelmed him.

Self-harm begins now

After twenty minutes of sobbing, Nathan got his emotions under control. He walked in his bathroom and grabbed his razor blade.

Losing all science of reason, he dragged the icy blade across his wrist; he hissed as his blood spilt from his wound.

After making six more cuts, Nathan cleaned them, pulled his sleeve back up. cursing himself, Nathan placed the razor blade in the bin.

Self-harm is over.

Walking into his son's Nursery; Nathan smiled at his son. Dylan's black hair was grown. It made Nathan happy, knowing his boy wasn't all his mother.

"Hey Dylan," Nathan greeted, picking up his son and taking him over to his changing table.

After changing, feeding and burping his son, Nathan watched, with a smile on his face, as Dylan played with his blocks, making his mind up; Nathan unlocked his phone and loaded up Scarlett's contact.

"Hey Scar?" Nathan questioned as he placed his phone on speaker, his voice quivering.

"What's wrong? You sound upset." Upon hearing what she said, Nathan cleared his throat and whipped his eyes.

"Ern... I need you and your dad's help. Could you just put him on?" Nathan questioned, his eyes burning.

"Sure." Even through the phone, Scarlett sounded alarmed.

Less than a minute later, Nathan heard his former foster father's voice.

"What's wrong kid?"

Nathan had to clear his throat again and take a sip of his water.

"Erm... I just need your help, can you come over? I'll explain once your hear." Nathan couldn't prevent the sob that exited his throat when he stopped talking.

Hearing Nathan's distressed tone, Ryan agreed, promising the boy he would be over soon.

Cursing himself once again, Nathan dried his eyes.

Calming himself, Nathan stood up and returned to packing. Only stopping to answer the door.

"Hi, Nathan greeted Scarlett and Ryan as they walked in.

"What's happened?" Ryan shot the teen a worried look when he noticed the bags lining the living room floor.

"Erm... you see.... Well, my Landlord came over today. He's erm... Well, he's kicked me out." Nathan rubbed that back of his head as he tried to ignore the butterflies in his stomach.

"What?" Scarlett gasped as she looked at Nathan with wide eyes.

Ryan placed a hand on Nathan's shoulder. The man's heat broke as he heard the boys sniffs.

"Look at me, Kid..." Ryan only continued when blue met their equal. "I get your worried Kid... You can stay with us until you can get back on your feet. I will not pressure you into telling me what happened, okay? How about this? Me and you pack your things while Scarlett entertains Dylan."

"You don't have to do that. I'll find somewhere. You made it clear you don't want me two years ago," Nathan spat.

"Your right. I know you would find somewhere and make it work. But it isn't just you now, think about Dylan. I know what I did two years ago, I'm not proud of what I did. I didn't want to kick you out. You were violent and uncontrollable. You know I'll put up with a lot; the second you started threatening my wife and punished me, I had to draw the line. You've proved you've changed. How to let's stop the tears and get to work, okay?."

Nathan just nodded and dried his eyes with his sleeve, before leading Ryan to the bathroom. thanking himself for binning the razor blade.

Five hours later, the group went out for something to eat. They only had Dylan's nursery left to pack up no matter how hard he tried, Nathan couldn't stop thinking of himself as a failure. He had failed not only himself but Dylan and forced a man that hated him to take him in again.

Wirth Scarlett having packed Dylan's bag already. The group could leave after only five minutes after suggesting it.

"Ryan?" Nathan questioned as he took a bite out of his burger.

Ryan just hummed as he looked towards Nathan.

"Could Dylan stay with you tonight? It'll make it easier for me to just get out in the morning? If you don't want to ill be fine," Nathan added as he broke eye contact.

"Sure. Don't be afraid to ask me anything Nathan okay?"

"Yes, Sir," Nathan instantly responded, taking a long drink of his coke.

Nathan did not know what to do when Ryan and Scarlett had left. Normally his nights would be spent playing with Dylan or completing course work. However, Dylan wasn't there and his course work was complete for the term.

Deciding on taking a shower, Nathan walked towards the bathroom, stripped, heated the water before standing in the water, hissing as it came into contact with his cuts. He just stood under the water, lost in his thoughts for around twenty minutes before he started washing.

Sighing, Nathan crawled into his bed for the last time. His alarm was set for seven am the next morning. Leaving him enough time to get ready and give up his key before Ryan arrived at eight-thirty. With countless worries plaguing his mind, it was two am when sleep overtook him.