Alex P.O.V
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I walk up the stairs as Colton had asked me, I knew by the look in his eyes he wasn't asking me he was telling me. Begging. I now realize why he avoided me meeting his mother, she was a drunk. I saw the hurt and shame in his eyes as if this happened every night, every time she came home when we first got back to the house. At first I was greatly lost on why he was apologizing, that maybe his mom was the sweet caring kind the kind that got out the picture books of baby photos and told embarrassing stories that would cause Colton to groan and blush with shyness, at first I thought it was cute.But as we stepped inside, as I saw his mother small frail body slumped over pressed against James, her body limp and loose as she turned with a stumbling step to look at us, I had realized I was very wrong.
I had sat on Colton's bed listening to the muffles of his yells, the anger he had was so strong, I could feel it through the uncertain words I heard giving me goose bumps. It was when I heard something hit the wall and shatter that I decided I should go check on things. I walked down the stairs slow and steady, keeping my steps light and quiet not wanting to worsen things. But as I came to the last step I saw Colton squared up and pulling back about to hit James and I didn't think I just moved, I rushed up behind him grabbing his wrist.
He pulled forward still attempting to swing at James but I tightened my grip I wasn't gonna let him do this, I know he'd regret it later. "Colton.. Don't" I pleaded, his body relaxed as he turned to look at me as if I had just pulled him back to reality. His eyes scanned around as though he was lost, confused on what happened. His eyes relax and fill with hurt. My heart ached for him but I knew it could have been worse.
James tells him to leave and I slide my hand up his arm lightly wrapping my fingers around the tense defined muscles of his arm pulling him toward the door, "come on baby." I say as I grab the keys to James car from off their placement on the hook outside the door frame. He looks over his shoulder once more before willingly following me out, I wince a little as he slams the door behind us.
Colton walks to the drivers side reaching out for the keys but I shake my head, "let me drive." He sighs in frustration and walks around the car stopping and punching the garage door letting out a angry groan. I don't move, I just stand there with the car door open beside me the keys settled in my hand as I wait for him to gather himself, if it was any one else I'd be shaken with fear. But I know Colton and I know he is riddle with pain and stress. I sigh running my fingers through my bangs pushing them back as I toss the keys into the drivers seat closing the door lightly as I walk to him.
His forehead is pressed to the brick of the house his right hand clenched in a fist pressed against the garage door, like he was ready to hit it again at any second. I come up wrapping my arms across his stomach he breathes out to my touch. I feel his body un tense and every muscle relax as he stands up straight resting his hands on top of mine.
I kiss his shoulder then press my cheek to his back. I smile as we stand here wrapped in each other's breathing. He takes a deep breathe bringing my hand to his mouth kissing it before turning around and wrapping his arms around my shoulders pulling me into a proper hug. I look up at him prop my chin up against his chest, he leans down kissing me. It was fast, quick a little peck but it was enough for me right now. We pull from the hug and I take his hand, " Ready?" I ask giving him a small reassuring smile. He nods giving a small smile back, barely there but a smile none the less. I nod my head releasing his hand and walk to the car, he follows my movements getting in the car and getting buckled.
I started the car pulling out of the drive way, "I have some money how about we go stay in a hotel tonight?" I ask. He turns to me his eyes sad and low like he wanted to cry, he nods smiling then resting his hand on my knee and giving it a squeeze as in saying thank you. I lean over kissing his cheek and drive off towards the nearest hotel.

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