Quote Of The Chapter: "You're wrong if you think that I'll be just like you." - Three Days Grace, 'Just Like You'
Emma
"Well, I'll see what I can do." my uncle said. I'd just finished explaining what I suspected.
"Thank you, it means a lot. He's our friend." I smiled.
"If he is being abused, you're doing a good thing." my uncle nodded, taking his leave.
"I hope we're wrong about this." Luke said, moving me to sit on his lap.
"Quite frankly, I hope so too." I replied, grabbing a hold of his hand. "If it is, however, we have to get him and his sister out of there. It makes me sick to my stomach thinking of anyone being abused by their parents."
"Me too." Luke nodded, leaning his head against mine. "He doesn't seem like a bad kid. I just hope he hasn't had to put up with it for too long, if it is happening."
Calum
"Two." Mali said, circling the B. I smiled, feeling proud. She's definitely got a bright future.
"I think that's enough homework for today." I smiled. It had been four days since Emma and Luke had come over, and things were going alright so far. By now, I was just sore, but I could walk fine for the most part.
"Cayum, today a boy called me pretty!" Mali smiled. I looked at her, pretending to be upset.
"Well, I hope you told him that if anyone wants to date you, they'll have to answer to me first." I said, making her nod.
"I am the ultimate King Princess Mali!" she declared, giggling.
"Of course you are." I nodded, giving her a quick high five.
"Calum!" I heard an angry shout from the front door.
"Hide." I told her, helping her put away her stuff. I quickly closed the closet door she'd gone in, just in time.
"When I call you, you fucking answer!" my dad said, whipping my arm with the belt. I winced, biting my tongue to keep from yelling out.
"Sorry." I immediately apologized.
"You will be." he said, slamming the door to my room shut.
He threw me on the floor, hitting me hard enough to the point where blood was seeping through my shirt. I could just barely make out muffled sobbing from the closet, closing my eyes.
'It could be worse.' I repeated in my head. 'It could be worse.'
"Why did we bother to have you?! Both of you are such a waste of fucking space, only ruined our lives!" my dad shouted as he began kicking me.
It could be worse.
"You don't even cry!" he screamed, sounding even more outraged.
Not in front of them. Never in front of them. It could be worse.
"I'm so fucking sick of you." he kicked me one last time before walking out. I sat up with a few winces, wondering to myself why that was it. He'd gone easy on me. Why?
"Cayum?" Mali opened the door. She ran to sit on my lap, hiding her face in my chest as she cried. I held her, ignoring the pain in my back. She'd never actually witnessed it until now.
