Try// l.h

0.7

Calum ordered in Chinese food and we watched scary movies till at least midnight.

"Hey, where is everyone?" He asked sitting up.

"Michael has Ava for the night, Amelia is sleeping over at a friend's and i don't know where my mom is. Probably at work." I said standing up to throw away our trash.

"Alright well I better hit the road. You good here by yourself?" He asked grabbing his jacket. I rolled my eyes.

"I'm not 9. I'll be fine. Thank you again for coming over. And if you tell anyone I cried I will punch you in the throat." i said hugging him.

"Yep there's the Parker I know and love." He said smiling. I walked him to the door and sighed grabbing my phone after he left. I decided I needed to go apologize to Luke in person so, I walked to his house. Bad idea.

I walked up to the door knocking on it as I heard smashing.

"Get the damn door and get your ass up to my room after." I heard someone shout as the door opened and Luke stuck his head out the door.

His eyes widened when he saw me. "What are you doing here." He whispered looking down and trying to cover his face.

"Are you bleeding?" I asked taking his hand away from his face but he flinched back.

"No I'm not. Fucking leave me alone." He said trying to close the door but I kept it open with my foot.

"Your dad hits you doesn't he?" I asked as I could see his whole face now. He slowly pushed me outside with him.

"No.... I just ran into something." He said sticking his hands in his pockets and looking at the ground.

"I told my mom that excuse a thousand times. It doesn't work."I said softly as I grabbed his hand.

"How the hell would you know." He asked wiping the blood away from his lip.

"There's a hand print on your fucking cheek. And i know because the same thing fucking happened to me. You wanted to know why I was an asshole so badly, well there you go. My dad abused me." I said quickly wiping away tears that started to fall down.

"Don't lie to try to make me feel better." He said taking his hand back and glaring at me.

"Why would i fucking make something up that's so serious?! Do you think I would do this myself?" I asked pulling up my sleeves showing him the scars that my dad cut into me.

"He fucking broke my arm, I have broken ribs, he cut my arms and I have these hideous scars and he's the reason I'm so scared of every new man my mother tries to date. So you go ahead and say I'm lying but i wouldn't fucking dare make shit up like that." I said turning around but he took hold of my wrist and spun me around.

"Can I stay with you tonight? I really don't wanna go back in there." He said with sadness an hurt in his eyes. I quickly nodded and he grabbed my hand before closing the door and started to run down the porch and down the street.

It made me think of the last night i had with my father. Michael came and got me at 2AM an ran down the street with me as my dad yelled after us throwing beer bottles. By the time we got to my house I was out of breath and laid on the stairs as Luke laid next to me.

"Wanna head up to bed?" I asked pushing his hair up off his face and examining his swollen lip. He slowly nodded and I kissed his cheek and stood up, extending my hand for him.

"Wanna go wash up first?" I asked walking by the bathroom. He shrugged looking at the floor. I put the toilet lid down and patted it for Luke to sit on. I turned the lights on and tilted his face up to look at his bruises and dried up blood on his face.