This is probably gonna be the second (or third, if this is possible) chapter for the book, since it's a short story :P And btw, I've published a new BBS fanfic, where they're aliens that are defending planet Earth from the evil Gairyuus, and it's titled "Another World: Nightwatchers". Mind you, it's gonna be a book series, and even has some short stories and info books whatsoever.

And I know people are like, "That's not my style of book", but it's gonna be like a mixture of Transformers, TMNT, the Golden Compass, How To Train Your Dragon, and Voltron Legendary Defender (sort of). And I know, it sounds stressful, but even if the series don't get the readers I wanted, then that's alright. At least, I could try something new than gang AUs, high school AUs, or just any AUs that are just waaay too common and predictable to read.

So, yeah. Hope you guys enjoy this chapter.

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"Are you sure about what you're doing, Brian?" I ask my new boyfriend, his large hand wraps around my smaller one. I look down to see his hand, perfectly intertwined with mine like how vines hugging the trunk and branches of trees. I have never felt this lovingly care from someone like this, it feels so lively and splashes of colours can't stop appearing in my head. I'm just so happy and you can never tell how high I am at the moment. This is the kind of loving touch I've been wanting so bad---not coldness but a warmth that feels in your body and heart.

I lean myself to the left, simultaneously putting my head on his upper arm, my hand grasping tighter underneath of his frigid hand, even though I knew his touch is as cold as ice. But likewise, I don't mind. I only care that I finally found someone where I can just run out of the house, this damned neighbourhood and be somewhere else with him . . . which, wherever the place is. No more house chores, no more listening to my parents moaning and grunting loudly as well as listening to them creaking the bed violently, no more being beaten for no goddamn reason---but above all, no more Jonathan and Winston to disturb my life, as they're already got what they deserved for hurting me. And yet again, I am grateful that Brian gave them the punishment they fucking earned it. Also, I would've thanked Jonathan, for making me and Justin the victims of his playboy behaviour, and for letting us to stand our ground and move on with our lives and forget everything that he's done.

Overall, I'm glad Brian is here for me . . . Wait, let me correct that: 'was' here for me from the beginning. Even if he disappeared all of a sudden, I'm over the moon when this Irish guy I'm in love with is actually the monster that I was so scared off when I was a kid. But also the one who gave me protection and warmth while I was hearing the yells and shouts of my mother and my horrible father's arguments, surprisingly treated her as if she was his slave not a loyal wife.

"Something wrong, Evy?" His voice breaks through the silence and my mind flies back to Earth after thinking too much of my dad and my deceased mom. And oh, great. Even Stella is in my head now.

Now standing at the front yard of my jungle-like house---because of the growing vines and vegetation around it---I can only take a deep breath and exhale, slowly loosening the grip from Brian's hand, the dark thoughts and memories seeping into my ear and flowing straight towards my brain. My childhood memories weren't the best thing I have in my life, but then again I have other bad things keep happening around me. My right hand begins rubbing my left arm, as the memories recall back to when I saw my father and his ugly girlfriend ignored about my mother's dying state at the middle of the road.

It was a lovely Wednesday morning, but it was not that lovely since I noticed my mother's scowl while walking around the living room, where Stella was laughing wildly together with my father as she stood up and sat on his lap, starting to bounce upwards and downwards while screaming words out incoherently. But all I knew was that she's moaning and enjoying her time being a total slut in front of my dad, while could care less about the presence of my mother around the living area and who was sweeping the floor for a while.

"Evan, cover your ears. And go outside," she instructed me, making me confused. Without questioning anything, I just obeyed her order, trying my best not to look at Stella humping and grinding her groin with my father's groin, and I could assure you, he seemed like he was enjoying the time of his lives getting some lovin' from his girlfriend. I had no choice and this peeking action I did was accidental, now I was more afraid and uncomfortable than ever.

Running outside, I was panting like crazy, probably even got myself traumatized due to the dirty scene I unknowingly had seen. I could only wait by sitting cross-legged on the green grasses that were growing a bit taller and longer than the condition of the vegetation around the house way back then, even playing with some of them while waiting for my mother to get out of the house.

As I waited, I heard the door creaking open, and slammed with force and anger as my mother came walking towards me with tear-stained cheeks on her tan complexion. She quickly gave me a hug, while I was still puzzled on what's going on, though I just hugged her back because hey, she's my mother.

After some time, we broke the embrace and she held my hand in one of her hands, walking side-by-side as we walked down the pavement. As we kept walking, we wanted to walk across the tarred road to the other side of it. Since it's morning, the quiet neighbourhood was filled with noises of of cars and motorcycles' engines roaring from the houses around here. Some motorists drove their cars like maniacs, speeding up probably because they're late for work or something. And since vehicles moving around like crazy, even crossing the road could be hard---sometimes.

And so, while there weren't any vehicle passing by, we crossed the road to get to the other side of it, though suddenly I was pushed from the back as I fell forward, hearing the loud screeching and hissing tires, followed by a loud 'thump' and ended with a thud. As I was already landed on the side of the road with my head hit first on the ground, I thought about my mother as I quickly stood up, turning around only to see a body lying motionlessly in the middle of the road.

"Mom?" I squeaked, kneeling down and crawling towards her body. "Mom?! Mom, wake up!" I shook her body violently, though I did notice that she coughed out some blood from her mouth. I looked at the car, the driver's door was left to open, and I instantly knew that he or she---or whoever it was---had left the crime scene.

"E---Evan . . . " I heard her voice calling out to me weakly, me crawling closer to her as I held her close in my small arms. My tiny hands holding hers tightly, because I knew I was going to loose her one day. "B-Be a g-good b-boy . . . "

"Mom?" I yelled out to her, her hands loosening their grip on mines and fell loose. Her eyes closing in a slow manner, her breathing pattern went from slow to . . . not breathing at all.

She's gone. She's no longer with me anymore.

"Mom?!? MOM?!?!"

"Evan? Are you alright?" The familiar Irish accent wakes me up from my daydream. I shake my head as I look at him, feeling the warm salty tears running down my slightly tan cheeks. My right eye still hurts though, because of my dad's punch earlier in the morning. "Sorry, something just went through my head," I apologize, knowing I'm a weakling and will forever be this way. I just wanna run away from all of these horrible nightmares I'm having. And they're making me to suffer every single day, crying non-stop and have no choice but to hurt myself with cuts and bruises. I might as well take up painkillers just to make me tired and forget about the world.

"Ev, don't cry . . . " Brian tries to calm me, a hand rubbing in circles at my back, while another starts losing the grip from my hand as he presses it to my cheek. "Everything will be alright. You just have to pack your things---your belongings, some of your clothes, just anything." I hear him says. "But also, the ones that meant a lot to you."

My eyes shoot upwards, seeing his as his eyes glowed in a miraculous blue hue. He was the same ol' monster that looked after me when I was scared to what my dad and Stella would do to me. He told me bedtime stories, he sang me lullabies, he even pranked me by pretending to be a ghost by covering himself with a white sheet, and two visible holes for the 'ghost's eyes.

My childhood wasn't the happiest thing I've ever had with my life, and so does me trying to a visible person among people. But Brian just brings joy to my childhood, and now becomung my boyfriend---which hopefully our relationship lasts forever.

I don't know how he makes me feel this way, but he does seem to show my true colours. Those dark childhood memories and Jonathan-being-a-total-dick-towards-me days are over . . . soon.

"Ready to be my soulmate, Evan? I mean, after you pack up everything and sort . . . " He rubs a hand on the back of his neck, chuckling shortly to his last sentence.

"I am ready. But, what about my parents?"

"I'll handle those terrible and ugly monsters. Don't worry about it. Leave it all to me." He smirks devilishly, as I just give a slight, quite confused nod. I don't want to think too much, but all I know is that I'm getting the heck out of this hell house.