Chapter 3

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[everything in italics is a flashback/dream] trigger warning rape/abuse, so if you are triggerd by that, just skip wht's written in italics

^Nick's POV^

After I fell asleep, I felt a pair of arms pick me up, and start carrying me. I finally felt myself being laid down on a bed. (which I'm assuming is mine)  I opened my eyes and looked around, realizing that this was my room. I saw Connor standing at the door, and I faintly said,

"I love you, Connor."

"I love you too, Nick."

^Connor's POV^

It may sound cheesy, but this was one of the happiest days of my life, I didn't think that she would be so cool with living with us so easily, and I especially didn't think that Nick would tell me that she loved me so soon. I went downstairs and sat on the couch with the boys. After watching about an hour of some stupid movie, we all decided to go to bed. We all start going upstairs, and I was very happy, until Kian came up to me and said,

"Dude, I think that Nick is having a bad dream or something, and I'm assuming that she trusts you the most, so, like, can you come help get her up nd comfort her?"

"Of course."

We started walking to Nick's room, and opened her door. I saw her thrashing around in bed, and I started to worry about what she could possibly be dreaming about.

^Nick's POV^

As I drifted off back to sleep, I hoped that tonight would be a good night, and I wanted have dreams about the horrible things that my father did to me.

I sat there, balled up in a corner as I watched my dad hit and kick my mom. It had been like this for as long as I could remember. He's always beaten her, and sadly, he did it to me too. After he knocked my mother unconscious, he started walking towards me. He grabbed me by my neck, and held me against the wall. With his free hand, he began to punch me in the stomach. After a while, he let me go, and I thought it was over, but I was so, so, wrong. Then he began to kick me in the ribs, I heard multiple cracks, I just sat there, because I knew that I was far too weak to fight back, and I knew if I tried it would only be worse. He stopped kicking me, and I thought, okay, he must really be done this time,but once again, I was wrong. He gave me the most disgusting and evil smile I've ever seen. Then he began to pull up my shirt-

I was jolted awake from my sleep, by Connor and Kian. I quickly sat up and hugged Kian, then motioned for them to sit by me. Both boys sat on either side of me, and warpped their arms around my back.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Kian asked.

"No, I'd rather not,"

"That's fine, take all the time you need. You don't have to talk about anything until you're one-hundred percent comfortable with it." Kian said.

"Okay. Hey, this might sound weird but do you guys mind staying in here until I fall back asleep?"

"Yeah, we can stay." Connor said.

That's exactly what they did, they sat on the side of my bed until I went back to sleep. Living with these boys, is going to be one of the best things to happen to me.

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