Boys.

NINE

AUSTIN POV

I've been feeling seriously unsafe even in my own home. Trevor is stopping at no lengths to contact me in any way he can including coming to my house unwarranted. With the random visits and then the constant messaging and phone calls, I'm beginning to get worried about my wellbeing.

It's not helping either that this process with Brandon's dad is not going by fast enough. He's helping and I'm thankful for that but with all the evidence I've given them, why hasn't this whole thing been settled yet?

I'm spending yet another night in my room worrying about whether Trevor is gonna call or text for the literal thirtieth time or either show up at my window. It was already hell seeing him in school and being cornered in the locker room but to bring that home with me, with my family?

This was just torture.

I plugged up my phone on its charger before tucking myself into bed. I haven't been sleeping right for the past few weeks so I usually watch tv until my eyes get tired. I turned on a random station and just watched a sitcom it looked like.

It seemed like I was up for hours but only an hour passed―my clock showing 12: 38.

I sighed rubbing my eyes, sitting up against my headboard as I looked around my room. Since my brain can't seem to settle, I could do other things. I got up quickly as I collected junk around my room placing it where it needed to go. I basically spent only thirty minutes straightening my room out.

I felt a little better seeing my space was clean but I was thirsty now. I exited my room to go down to the kitchen when I just felt a little weird. It probably didn't mean anything.

I walked into the kitchen, smacking my teeth seeing as it was completely dark. I moved my hand along the wall to find the switch and when I did, I hit it not ready to come face-to-face with what I saw. I jumped as I saw Trevor standing in the corner of the room.

I looked around seeing our sliding patio door was open and I didn't even think twice to run upstairs and to my phone. I made a quick break for it and was up the stairs in no time and into my room yet I couldn't close the door on him in time. I strained to push against the door before he forcefully knocked me back.

He walked in motioning to be quiet as he shut the door behind him, locking it. And I feared that if I did scream, that's it. My eyes were planted on the gun he had in his hand as I moved across the floor to hit the side of my bed.

I picked myself up and moved back carefully over the mattress as he stepped forward.

"Hey Austin, I thought we should have a little talk. We need to talk," he emphasized the word 'need' as I just shook my head backing away to the opposite side of my room.

"We don't have anything to talk about Trevor. Why are you in my house?", I asked as he chuckled moving to sit on the edge of my bed. He sat the gun down next to him sighing before he looked up at me with a grin that was less than full with good intentions.

"Oh, but we do and we need to talk about it now. I thought I told you to keep stuff between us Austin? It was nobody's business but ours and yet you felt the need to open your FUCKING...mouth," he scared me as he sharply yelled before settling back into a calm voice.

"You're insane Trevor―what are you doing? This isn't okay for you to be―"

"Don't tell me what the fuck to do!", he interrupted crossing the room to slam me up against the wall with a hand around my neck. I didn't notice at first but he had the gun pressed against my abdomen as I whimpered trying to claw his hand off.