Boys Home

Two

"Daddy look!" I hold up a paper to him. He took the paper and looked at it. He takes out his lighter then sets the paper on fire. "Get out of my sight boy" He demands. "Don't worry Daddy I'll draw you another one!" I giggle running off.

"You little brat! Daddy yells slapping me across my face. I start crying. "Shut up!" He yells. He grabs my hair and yanks back really hard. "O-ow! S-stop!" I scream.

I get shook awake, my eyes flutter open and I look around. I am in a hospital room, my monitor beeping and it's very bright. I look to my side and see a nurse with a concerned look on her face. My chest all the way to my stomach is wrapped and my left arm is too. The door opens and a cop enters. "Good you're awake" He says walking up to me.

The nurse leaves and I sit up whining a little. "Do you remember what happened?" He asked standing near me. I nod my head slowly and gently place my hand on my hurt arm. "How bad is it?" I ask softly. "He cut you up pretty bad" He answered. I look down at the bed I am in and sigh. "Is he in jail?" I ask looking back up. The officer nods.

"He will be away for a while" he adds then walks out leaving me.
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I get discharged from the hospital after being told I am going to some home. I was told to pack my things then wait for two guys to come pick me up. Walking into my house was the worst, after everything that happened it doesn't feel like home. I have three boxes and one bag so time to get packing.

I fill one and half boxes with my clothes and all that stuff then the rest of the second box with my school stuff and my art stuff. The last box I put my all of my soccer trophies in it. I packed my bag then sat outside on the steps waiting for whoever to pick me up.

A black car pulls up and two men step out, they look older may twenties? One has dirty blonde hair, blue eyes and is wearing black jeans and a white t-shirt. The other has brown hair, hazel eyes and is wearing light blue jeans with a band named shirt. "Luke?" The blonde asked. I stand up bring my bag with me. "That's me" I mumble looking at the two still. "I'm Ash" The blonde says then points at the other. "That's Wyatt" He says.

"Nice to meet you" I mutter clutching my bag. "Go ahead and get in we got the boxes" Wyatt says already picking a box up. I chew on my lower lip nodding, I get into the back setting my bag next to me. Ash and Wyatt get in soon after, Wyatt is in the driver seat so he starts the car and starts driving.

I look out the window watching as cars pass by, dark clouds fill the sky so it might rain. Wyatt and Ash are talking quietly but not quiet enough... "Yeah we need to make sure he feels at home" I hear Wyatt whisper. "Matthew said his dad hurt him right?" I hear Ash whisper back. "Yeah, he told me his dad cut him up pretty bad it's horrible" Wyatt says.

I feel tears well in my eyes and turn back to the window. So they all know huh? That's great, just what I need. "If you're going to talk about me do it when I'm not around" I snap. Both men eyes widen and immediately go quiet. "Sorry we-" "Don't care" I cut Ash off.

The rest of the car ride was silent, the radio wasn't even on. We stop at a house with a bunch of land surrounding it, perfect for playing soccer. Ash and Wyatt get out and I get out shortly after. They grab my boxes and make their way to inside, I look around and it's a nice place.

A hand grabs my wrapped arm and my eyes water and I pull it away. "O-ow!" I yelp. "Luka! Be careful!" Ash yells taking a step toward me worry on his face. "O-oh! Is that your hurt arm?! I'm sorry!" The small boy says. I back up when I bump into someone, I turn around and look up. A man way taller then me stands there, black hair, forest green eyes and very muscular. "Are you okay?" His deep voice makes me shiver.

"Y-Yeah um" I mumble stepping away. "Your boxes are in your room" Wyatt says. I turn around and nod. "Follow me" Ash says walking up the stairs. I follow him to a door and he stops turning to me. "This is your room and I just want to say I'm really sorry" He says. I shake my head. "It's fine" I mumble grabbing the door knob.

"Matthew made lunch, come down whenever you want" Ash says then walk away. I walk into the room and look around, it's pretty nice. A big bed, a closet, a dresser, nightstand, and a desk. I start unpacking, I put my clothes away first, they put my soccer trophies on top of the dresser and put my art supplies on the floor in my closet. I sit on my bed with a huff and grab my bag, I pull of a picture of my mom and set it on the nightstand next to my bed.

My life is changing so much...I don't know what to do...
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Hey! Sorry I didn't post in a few days, I am working on other books and I have school. This is a book I wrote before but I am adding a few things and making it better! Hope you enjoyed.
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