Boys Home

Three

Walking down the stairs was really weird but it did smell really good. I haven't eaten in a few days so I am pretty hungry. I stop in the middle of the stairs to look at a framed photo on the wall. Matthew, Ash, Wyatt, and Luka are in it but there is also another boy. He has mixed skin, curly brown hair, and bright green eyes.

They look so happy in this photo, I wonder where this boy is? I didn't see him and I only count five rooms one of which is mine. I shrug my shoulders and continue walking down until I get to the dining room. Luka and Wyatt are sitting with plates of food in front of them. I sit down on the other side and they both look over at me with smiles.

I look away when a plate of rice and meat gets placed in front of me. I look up and see Matthew walking back into the kitchen. I pick up my fork and start eating before I knew it my plate was empty making me frown slightly. I look up seeing Wyatt staring at me and Luka's eyes wide. "Uhm, Luke I hope you don't mind me asking but when was the last time you ate?" Wyatt asked.

I pick up the glass of water that was in front of me and take a sip before I answer his question. "I'd rather just have another plate" I answer not wanting to answer his question. Ash walks in with his plate but stops when he sees my empty one. "Uhm, I swore Matthew-" he stops. I can feel them judging me. "Do you want an-" I stand up quickly and grab my plate. I take it to the kitchen where Matthew is, he turns to me with his eyebrows raised. I place my plate in the sink then turn back, "thank you for the food" I mumble then walk out.

I walk back up the stairs but stop again at the photo, looking at it again. "His name was Trevor, he was here before you" I jump a little and turn my head to see Ash. I look back at the picture. "Luke we are here to well help, only if you want though we will not force you to talk to us" He says. I scoff. "Even if you did I wouldn't" I say then walk off. I shut my bedroom door, change into some comfortable and lay down falling sleep.

Mom and dad are fighting again. I sit up in my bed tears running down my face. A loud boom comes from outside. I start shaking wishing mom was with me. Mommy always comes and cuddles me when a storm is going on. I was told to go to my room when dad came home. Another boom from outside. I hide under my covers squeezing the stuffed bear Mommy brought me.

Mommy left me with Daddy so she could go to the store. "Daddy! Daddy!" I scream running up to him. "Shut up brat" he yells at me. "Daddy! Can you push me on the swing" I ask climbing onto his lap. He pushes me off and I fall to the floor. I start crying. "What did I say brat!" He yells slapping me hard on my face. He kicks me in my stomach making me loose my breath and I gasp for air. He starts beating me... "S-Stop! P-Please!" I cry.

"P-Please!" I feel someone shaking me and I wake up crying. "Hey, hey, shhh it's okay" Someone whispers. I rap my arms around this person and they do the same. I cry into their shoulder not being able to stop. "H-Help m-me" I sob. They squeeze me laying back down. "It's okay, it was just a nightmare" they whisper pulling me up against their chest. Tears still streaming down my face but I fall asleep rather quickly.

Waking up the next day to the blinding light that fills my room, I guess I forgot to close the curtains. I roll over to face the blank white wall staring at it. Maybe I can cover it with my drawings, I haven't drawn in a while. It's something I have always loved but I sometimes don't know what to draw. When I first got into it I would draw my mom a lot and show her but that ended when she passed suddenly.

I don't remember how she died but one day she was just gone and I was left with my drunk dad...

I hear a knock on the door but I stay quiet, I remember last night and I want to know who comforted me. It was dark and I was crying so I couldn't see their face. Another knock and I sigh again. I get up and open the door coming face to face with Luka. "Can I help you?" I ask kinda harshly. He looks hurt and I feel bad but I don't say anything.

"Breakfast is ready" He says softly. "I'm not hungry" I say then close the door in his face. I grab my art stuff placing it on the desk. I take out my sketchbook and pencils, opening to a blank page. My hand starts moving but I'm not sure what I am drawing.
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A few hours later my door opens and I put my pencil down turning in my chair. Matthew stand in the doorway holding a plate of something. "A knock would be nice" I mumble turning back to the desk. I begin drawing again not caring why he is in here but I now know what I am drawing, I'm drawing that photo in the hallway.

The plate gets set next to me on my desk. "That's very accurate" I hear Matthew say. His voice again make me shiver. I have finished everyone except Trevor so I start on his face, "You need to eat" Matthew says leaning on the desk looking down at me. "I'm not hungry and you can't make me eat" I say moving to work on Trevor's hair.

"I would never make you do anything Luke" he says. I put my pencil down and close my sketchbook then look up at Matthew. "Why did you talk to Luka like that?" He asked. I roll my eyes getting up. I turn to walk away but Matthew grabs my wrist and I pull away turning to glare at him. "Don't touch me" I sneer.

"Luke I know this is new and you have been through a lot but-" "Get out" I cut him off. He looks at me with shock. He stands up and walks to the door looking back. He walks out shutting the door.

He has know idea what I have gone through, no fucking idea! I pace in my room chewing on my bottom lip. He knows nothing about me. He knows my dad hurt me they all do but that's it. "Screw this!" I yell grabbing one of my soccer trophies and throwing it at the wall. It breaks and falls to the floor in pieces. My eyes widen and I quickly pick up the pieces, "shit, no" I curse looking at the broken trophy.

I walk out of my bedroom and down the stairs looking for one of the guys. I walk into the living room seeing Wyatt watching a movie. He looks over, pausing his movie. "Everything alright?" He asked. "Do you have glue?" I ask hold up my broken trophy. He gets up walking over to me, he looks at the trophy then me. "How did it break?" He asked grabbing the broken parts from me.

He walks into the kitchen setting it on the counter then turns and opens a drawer looking threw it. "I um...I threw it at the wall..." I admit looking at the counter. He chuckles then closes the drawer, I look up to see him gluing it back together. "Maybe don't throw things Hm?" He smirks looking up at me. "Sorry" I mumble.

"Pool time!!" I hear someone scream. Luka comes running into the kitchen wearing a bright blue bathing suit. Ash walks in after wearing a black bathing suit. I gulp and look away back at Wyatt. "Let it dry okay" He said putting the glue away. I nod not really wanting to leave my trophy out here. "Go change Luke" Matthew walks in also in a black bathing suit. "I-I'm good, I don't like swimming" I stutter.

That's a lie, truth is I don't know how to swim and I have more scars then the ones I got recently. "To bad, go change" Matthew snaps at me. I glare at him and he scowls back. "I don't have a bathing suit" I say rolling my eyes. "I have one you can use" Ash says walking back up the stairs.

I don't like this at all...
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