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~Jonathan's pov~

Evan: When we get back from Florida you can come live with me. I'm not leaving you at that house with those people.

Delirious: Are you sure?

Evan: Hell yeah I'm sure we can have all of your stuff shipped to my place.

Delirious: Thank you, man, you have no idea how much this means to me right now.

Evan: If you need anything and I mean anything you ask me

Delirious: Thank you I'll see you in a few days

Evan: See you then roomy ;)

I started crying. My best friend is going to let me live with him. The best friend I've had a crush on for many years was now saving me.

I started packing my stuff when I heard a loud noise. I walked towards the sound.

"There's the piece of shit!" That voice. That fucking voice. The one that haunts me at night. My dad.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" He walked over to me and slapped me. I was a big guy, but my dad was bigger. I felt the pain tingle on my left cheek. I looked back up towards him.

"Where do you think you're going?" He slapped me again. This time harder.

"I'm leaving," I spoke quietly and cautiously.

"The hell you are! You're not going anywhere!" Another slap. Why does he hate me? I didn't do anything to him. I began to fill with rage and hatred. I pushed past him and tried walking out the door.

"I SAID YOU WEREN'T LEAVING!!!" Another slap than a punch to my gut. I doubled over in pain. Gasping for air. "Now I said you weren't going anywhere and that's what I meant! Now take your pathetic ass back in that room and don't come out until I tell you. You piece of shit." I stood and walked back into my room closing the door behind me.

I continued to pack. I was determined to get out of here. He wasn't the boss of me anymore. And as for his girlfriend, she can go suck a dick. She's not my boss either.

I sat on my bed thinking of a way to leave. The window. I got up and as I did my dad walked in.

"She fucking left! It's all your fault! She said she didn't want to take care of some wimpy asshole like you!" He kept shouting at me. He started walking towards me and raised his arm back. He hit me. I fell over. He kept hitting my face repeatedly. I was holding back the tears. He kicked my gut and left. My face was swollen and bleeding. I'm pretty sure I broke or fractured a rib. I just need to leave.

I looked around my room for my old stress reliever. A blade. Hidden under a bunch of old books my mother used to read to me. I rolled up my sleeve. Seeing the old scars and reminding me of my childhood.

Always getting bullied. Always getting beaten.

~Flashback~

"Hey look it's the freak! Get him!" I ran as fast as I could, but no matter how fast I ran I wasn't fast enough.

"Awe where do you think you're going." I knew that voice. The voice of Felix. He and his friends Cry and Ken was walking towards me.

"Guys I don't want trouble." I trembled as Felix pushed me up against a wall. He grabbed me by my shirt and lifted me to where I wasn't touching the ground.

"Listen here you little shit. When I say don't run. Don't. Run. You got it?" I nodded my head as a response. Holding back the tears that threatened my eyes.

"Awe looks the little bitch is one the verge of crying." Cry smirked as he walked closer to us. "I don't get why he just doesn't go kill himself. It's not like anyone cares about him." I started to cry.

"HEY! LEAVE HIM THE FUCK ALONE!" I looked up and saw a kid. Not much taller than me, but he was buff. I've never met him before.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" The kid walked closer and Felix put me down. He turned his full attention to the new kid.

"His friend, now fuck off." Felix laughed and charged at him. He went to punch him but missed. The kid punched his stomach as Cry also ran after him. Ken stayed back watching as his two friends fought someone. Felix and Cry got up after he kicked them and they left.

I stood in amazement and shock as some kid I didn't even know fought two guys for someone he didn't even know.

"The names Luke, but my friends call me CaRtOoNs." He held out his hand.

"Jonathan you can call me Delirious." I shook his hand. "And thanks for that man."

"No problem man. Now let's go you can help me unpack." I followed him back to his house where we unpacked the rest of his stuff.

~End flashback~

I smiled remembering the time I met Luke. My first actual friend.