You Can Trust Me.

Chapter 4- His home, and her home.

~Collin's P.O.V~

I parked my motorcycle in the garage of my house. I put the helmet down and walked through the garage door, and into the kitchen.

"Hey, sunshine." my mom sang to me with a bright white smile planted on her face as I walked into the house. Why was she so happy?

"Mom, don't call me that anymore. I'm a junior in high school and I just turned seventeen. I ride a motorcycle, for Christ sake. I might be a little too old for a nickname like sunshine

"Well, you will always be my little baby. You will always be my sunshine." she hugged me tightly.

"Mom, are you okay? You seem extremely happy. What, I'm gone for eight hours and your this happy? I think I should be offended." I said sarcastically as she let go of me.

"Oh lord, my son is a smart ass." she laughed to herself.

"Come on, mom. Why are you so happy?" I asked while walking towards the fridge, and pulling out orange juice.

"I'm just happy that your home." she warmly smiled.

"I love you too, mom." I chuckled while grabbing a glass from out the cabinet.

"Of course you do. Now, how was your first day of school? Meet any girls? Made any new friends? Meet any girls?  Have good classes? Meet any girls?"

"Mom, if you wanted to know if I met any decent girls, you just have to say so. No need to try to hide it by drowning me with other questions." I laughed.

"Yes, I know. I just don't want to be so straight forward. So, what's her name?"

"Her name?"

"Yes, boy."

"How do you know that there actually is a girl?"

"I could see it all over your face when you walked through the door. You were thinking about her, weren't you?"

"Yes..." I said shyly. My mom can read me like an open book... which scared me a little.

"So, what's her name?" she asked again.

"Allison." I blushed while looking at the floor.

"Aw! Sunshine! Your blushing!" she cooed.

"Oh god, stop it mom. Your making it worse."

"But your so adorable!"

"Mom!" I could feel my cheeks heating up even more.

"Alright, alright, sorry. Tell me everything." she smiled.

~Allison's P.O.V~

I walked through the door after an exhausting, long bus ride home. Bus riders are idiots. I slumped on the couch to relax before I went killing someone. And speaking of killing someone...

"Allison, you little whore! Where the fuck are you?" drunk Chris shouted from the top of the stairs. I cant believe this is the same man who use to give my bubble baths when I was younger, and called me daddies little princess. He use to be a good man. Now he's a fucking demon.

"I'm down stairs, Chri- I mean, Dad! In the living room!" I shouted back while standing up. If he saw me sitting, I could most likely end up bruised.

He stomped down the stairs and looked me right in the eye. "What the fuck did I tell you about calling me Chris? I am your father! You will fucking call me dad, or get the hell out my house!"

"Yes, dad." my eyes started to tear up but I kept a straight face on. What happened to my father these past years?

"Stop being a little bitch! Don't you dare cry! Stop it!" he shouted at me as the tears rolled down my cheeks. His yelling and name calling broke my tough crust, and exposed my weak core.