Cracks

Burden- Presley's POV

Presley's POV-

I held my breath as I turned the doorknob... It was locked, of course. I sighed in annoyance. Of course, they locked it; they didn't want me to be able to show back up.

"It's locked isn't it?" Dylan asked with annoyance in his voice.

"Yeah..." I drawled out. "But that's okay."

"Let me guess, the bad girl knows how to pick locks?" Dylan teased with a snort.

I rolled my eyes at his remark. "Nope," I answered and stuck my tongue out at him. "I left my window unlocked the last time they locked me out," I shrugged.

"Good thinking!" Dylan said with a smile as I led him to the bedroom window that was just a few feet from the door.

Dylan pushed it open for us and helped me slide inside while crawling in behind me. I wasn't sure what I was expecting my room to look like. In all honesty, I was kind of expecting my mother to have had destroyed my area in a blind rage. It wouldn't be the first time, really. My mother's extreme emotions made her very unpredictable and erratic.

So, when we got in, I was pleasantly surprised that my room was left exactly how I left it. Thank God.

"This is cozy," Dylan commented genuinely as he looked around the room.

It was kind of cozy. I kept my space clean and feeling light with candles, fairy lights, and lots of pillows and blankets. It was my one room, so I kept it how I liked it. I was really going to miss it...

I pulled out a bag and began stuffing my crap in it. "Dyl, make yourself useful and go across the hall to grab my toothbrush. It's the purple one," I told him after a few minutes of shoving most of the things I needed into my small bag. "I'm almost done here."

"That was quick," he commented as he walked to my closed door.

"I don't have much, and I don't want to make a big dent in your space anyways," I shrugged.

"Don't worry about that, Pres," he sighed, making me roll my eyes. I didn't like to feel like a burden and that's exactly what I felt like.

He opened the door and left it open as he went across the hall to the only bathroom in the house. I hadn't thought of my squeaky door or bright light from the bathroom. I assumed that we had half an hour or so while they were at the liquor store.

I had not thought that anyone was home. That was why when I zipped up the last of my stuff, except my toothbrush, and put my school backpack on the bed next to the duffel bag that contained my small amount of stuff, I screamed when I felt someone grab me from behind roughly. I knew that it couldn't have been Dylan, he would have never grabbed me so harshly like that. I ripped myself away from the person behind me and groaned when I realized that Brad had stayed home from his daily trip that day.

"Presley?!" Dylan asked frantically when he ran into my bedroom due to my scream.

Brad tried to speak. I was sure that he was going to make some remark about how I was a whore or something because Dylan was with me, but I had no clue what he said due to his too swollen tongue.

I couldn't stop the hysterical laugh that came out of my mouth. I thought it was funny as hell. His tongue was so swollen from my bite that he couldn't even speak! It was so funny. I was happy that I had injured him so badly... it served him right.

"Aw, what's wrong Bradly? Something got your tongue?" I stupidly teased the man while still laughing.

His face turned deadly as he tried to advance on me. However, Dylan stood in front of me protectively and glared at the big man. "You're Brad?" Dylan asked in anger.