*Some readers may find offensive or be uncomfortable reading this!*

~Ethan's pov~

Me, Sarah, and Jordan were watching The Conjuring and eating some snacks we got from a gas station not to far from their house. We had Takis, Mountain Dew, Hot Cheetos, and De La Rosa (It's a Mexican type of candy).

"AAAHHH!!!!" Sarah screamed and jumped on me.

"Calm down Sarah, it's just a movie." Jordan rolled his eyes at his sister. I wouldn't guess they were twins at all. Well yes they are opposite genders, but they wouldn't seem like twins. I would have thought they were cousins. Jordan had blonde hair and green eyes. Unlike Sarah who had dark brown hair and blue eyes.

~Time skip~

After the movie, Sarah went to her room and me and Jordan went to his. He had a black bunk bed with stairs lead in to the top.

"Okay so you got top. I got bottom. Night." He dove onto his bed and went to sleep. That was fast.

I walked to the bathroom and changed into some pajamas and went back to Jordan's room. I climbed the stairs to the top bunk and soon fell asleep.

THIS SECTION MAY BE UPSETTING TO SOME READERS!!!!

"Mark? What are you doing?!" My mom's boyfriend walked towards me with his fist clenched. Why me? Why doesn't he like me?

"SHUT UP! YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT!" He got closer and raised his arm back.

I shot up covered in sweat. My breathing came in pants as I struggled for air. The covers were now on the floor at the base of the stairs. I got up and went to the bathroom. I shut and locked the door as I pulled up the hem of the shorts I was wearing to see scars. They ran up and down my thighs. Everyone of them mocking me.

I sat down on the toilet and stared at them, remembering why I did it. Why they were there. He hurt me, and my mom never did anything about it. He hit me and beat me till I would cough up blood. Tears burned my eyes as u remembered all the times he's done it. All the Times I "deserved" it. But for what? I didn't do anything to him. That drunken bastard. Why doesn't she leave him? Why him over me?

I stared at them longer as the tears flowed from my tired eyes. I don't want to leave. I don't want to go back to them. He'll only hurt me again. Then I'll hurt myself. Watch the blood run down my leg. It would take the pain away. It'll take all of it away. It has too.

~Evan's pov~

I woke up to a sudden knock on my door. I looked or at my alarm clock and saw 3:15 in bright green numbers. I put on some boxers and a pair of sweat pants. The knocking was frantic which made me nervous. I stared running towards the door. I flung it open to find Alice there.

"Alice, what's wrong?" She started crying. Somethings not right.

"It's Ethan...he's...hospital." she sobbed in between her words.

"Alice, what happened?"

"He... cut... himself." I froze. I didn't know what to do. I ran to wake Delirious telling him to put clothes on. We rushed back to the front door. And got in my truck. We ended up at the hospital in a matter of minutes. I rushed inside the building to a lady behind a desk.

"My son, Ethan, was brought here." She looked at me confused. Then sorrow crossed her face.

"I'll take you, but he's lost a lot of blood." I wanted to cry, but I had to be strong. For him. She walked us to a room and opened the door. I started to cry at the sight before me. Ethan laying motionless on a plain white bed hooked up to all these machines.

"I'm so sorry Evan." Delirious held me as I cried harder. How could he? Why did he do it? All these questions filled my head. I looked at Ethan breaking away from Jonathan and walking over to him. I knelt down next to his bed.

"Why did you do it?" I whispered to him knowing I wasn't going to get a response. "Why Ethan? WHY GOD DAMNIT?!"

"Evan, yelling isn't going to help." Jonathan was next to me again holding me. "He'll be okay. He'll make it." He sounded so sure, but I wasn't. Its terrible to think like that right now I know it is, but I couldn't think of anything else.

"Why did he do it Delirious? Why?" I whispered the last part as he held tighter. I could hear his shaky breath indicating he was crying too.

"I'm so sorry Evan." He sobbed out putting me in a death grip.

"Can we stay here with him?" He nodded.

"As long as we have to, we will." How was he so calm during this?

~Jonathan's pov~

How could this have happened? He is such a great kid. I would even call him my son. Our son. Mine and Evans. But here he is, laying on a hospital bed because someone hurt him. Whom ever it was is going to pay. No one should end up like this. No one. Evan passed out an hour back from crying, so I stayed up making sure Ethan was okay. I let out a shaky breath as I watched the rise and fall of Ethan's chest. They had to stick a breathing tube in him to help him breathe. I still couldn't believe this was happening. He never acted like anything was bothering him. Bit what did I know about him? Nothing. I want him to wake up. More than anything. I just can't imagine what would happen to Evan if he didn't.

I could still hear the fear in his voice when he came to wake me up. His panicked eyes darting wildly while looking for a shirt. How scared he was driving all the way to the hospital.

Knock knock

I looked up and saw a doctor walk in the room.

"Hi, I'm Dr. Martin. Are you Ethan's dad?" I would love to be.

"I'm his dad's boyfriend." I pointed to Evan who was sleeping next to Ethan holding his hand. The doctor nodded before talking again.

"I'm so sorry for what happened to Mr. Fong." He gave an apologetic look bbefore continuing. "Do you know what could have caused him to do this?" I looked down at Ethan's motionless body wanting to cry again.

"No, I don't. It pains me seeing them like this. I've only known him for a month now." The doctor frowned before placing a hand on my shoulder.

"I can't guarantee that he'll wake up, he's in a comma right now, but I hope he does." He gave me a sad smile before turning to leave. I walked over to Ethan's bed and sat on the edge of it.

"Hey Ethan, I know this might sound crazy, but," I paused trying to figure out how to word it, "even though I haven't known you long, you're like a son to me. So please, wake up. For Evan and for me. We need you here Ethan." I felt two arms wrap around me.

"I'm sure he feels the same." I jumped hearing Evan behind me. "I want him to wake up also. I just met him. I can't lose him already." He closed his eyes and started crying.

"Don't you think we should call his mom?" He sniffed and nodded. He pulled out his phone and walked out. I looked back towards Ethan and smiled.

'He'll make it. I know he will'

"May said she'll be up here in a few days." Evan walked back in the room and sat on the opposite side of him. "Still remember the first time I saw him. I couldn't believe it at first, but I'm glad I did. When he wakes up I'm taking him everywhere. Doing everything I can with him. I should've never let him go over there. It's all my fault." I frowned as he started to cry again. I stood and walked over to him.

"No it's not Evan." I pulled him into another hug as he cried onto my shoulder. I rubbed his back and kissed the top of his head. "He can do this. It's not your fault either. It's the person who caused him the pain." He looked up at me.

"What if I caused him that pain Delirious? What if this happened because of me?" I started to cry.

"No Evan. You didn't do it." Hugged him again. I can't stand to see him like this. Why did you do it Ethan?

'Why?'

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Okay, wow, I cried while typing this. A situation like this really hits home for me, so I know how this feels and it sucks. Anyway I have school starting up again and I might not post until I get with the swing of things. Between work and school I'll find time somehow. But yeah and enjoy.

~Nathan (~°-°) ~