Him (BoyxBoy)

Chapter Seven- A Peaceful Week

WARNING: The following chapter contains elements and graphically images that some audiences may find disturbing, viewer discretion is advised.

Monday- The weekend had pretty much been nice. Ash came down to visit us, we all watched some movies on Friday night, I woke up with Dakota shirtless in his arms, and I'm still yet to fine my T-shirt, we went shopping, and we all relaxed by the pool side Sunday. And today is just a drag.

Everyone has been doing their own thing, catching up with some friends, watching TV, sleeping, or doing something to keep themselves occupied. My grandmother went to work this morning so it was just the six of us and the Wright's, which were still sleeping in late. I myself was still in bed and relaxing hugging my pillow as the sun shined in piecing through my dark curtains. Everyone was downstairs doing god knows what. Probably breaking or snooping through stuff.

I look over to my nightstand noticing that my bowl of oatmeal was still sitting their doing nothing but taking in all the air and sticking to the bowl, only to make it harder to scrub later on. I always remember my mom having to tell me to put it in the sink to soak in the water. I always forgot or was too lazy to get up. The memories of my parents have always been vivid to me in many ways. Though I do miss them, a lot has happened over the course of years of not being able to see them.

Back when I was little like seven or eight-ish we had gotten into a very big accident. Several cars were involved and a family of three had lost their lives in the process. My dad was seriously injured getting shrapnel launched into his stomach from the exploding car ahead. The pieces of metal had shred through him forcing him to have several operations in his intestines and chest. My mom almost lost her left arm. A piece of metal from the car came flying at us and landed on her arm almost cutting it in half as she shielded me with her in front.

I only many minor cuts and scratches from glass that had flown my way that had hit my directly. Some however had hurt me severely. Spall injected into my back and a large pieces of glass in my left leg. The blood dripping out of me was horrendous.

A few cars behind where Dakota and his parents were had only rear ended a minivan hat later collided with the rail guard on the highway. Although they all were fine. The guy in the minivan however sued Dakota's parents for a large amount of money and somehow won the case. Now they are rebuilding on what they once had. Once the entire event took place on the highway state troopers were fastly approaching with their sirens getting louder by the second.

Once my mom was able to drag me out of the car in a clear and safe distance she ran back to dad in the driver's seat to help him out the best she could. Dakota had gotten out of his car and ran over to my aid. He held me in his lap with my helpless body in his arms as he gazed down to my eyes taking a look at the deep cuts from the glass. His eyes had started to water and he soon began crying for me as I drifted off as my body began almost lifeless. The last thing that I had saw was his parents rushing over with cops and firemen and I took one last gaze into his eyes before blacking out.

After the whole incident my parents had to go to rehab for several months or even a few years. Since then I haven't seen them in my life at all. Both of my parents were unable to support me due the disabilities they had encountered. I recovered after a week in surgery. During the whole process they had trouble operating on my parents. I began then went through a whole depression. My mom ended up almost losing her life. They had to have her on life support. The hospital we were at during the time didn't have the right equipment so they had to transfer her somewhere far. My dad went with her for support and I ended up living with my grandmother, and Dakota was always at my house comforting me. He always told me that it was going to be okay and that I would see them tomorrow morning. He would hold me in his arms as I wept for them constantly, crying myself to sleep each night up until I turned 13.