//Joeys POV\\
Connor walked down the stairs leaving me to unpack and get in some comforting clothes..
Daniel.. Daniel.. DANIEL..
That's all I could think of. It took over me but I didn't care. It was a good thought.
I love him..
He'd never love a boy with scars, bruises and jaunty bones though. I was broken. Who would love a broken boy..
I set up the radio for while I got ready!
'When you'd cry if wipe away all of your tears,
When you'd scream I'd fight away all do your fears,
I held your hand though all of these years.. And you still have.... All of me."
The song rung around my head. Preston. I could get him off my mind. The song describes him. When we first met. If I'd cry he'd wipe my tears and comfort me.. When I was scared he'd help me get through it.. He stole my heart, then stood it.. He still has the remains..
I shook the thoughts of and started walking to the front room. Connors house was glamour at its finest!!
Golden chandelier, white 6 seat corner sofa, plasma LED 3D wall tv, cream rug, glass irredecent coffee table. He's a rich ass boy!
Connor: Why hello my good friend, Joseph!
Joey: Hello Mr Connor Franta!
Connor: What we watching then ey?
Joey: I am Not bothered Franta!
Connor: Let's watch..... Oh, lost!
Joey: Yes let's!
He placed the remote down, Lost paused. We both ran to the kitchen and grabbed popcorn, chocolate and juice and went back to watch lost.
••*•*••
Suddenly Preston walks through the door, angry faced..
Preston: JOEY FUCKING MICHAEL GRACEFFA!!
Joey: O-omg P-Preston!!
Connor: Wha.. I l-locked the d-doors! LEAVE!
Preston: NOT UNTILL THIS BASTARD GETS WHAT HE ASKS FOR!
Connor: HE DOESNY ASK FOR ANYTHING LIKE THIS! JOEY IS INNOCENT. LEAVE HIM ALONE!
Preston quickly tips out a knife, grabs Connor and stabs his delicate chest, leaving the knife in the poor souls chest..
Joey: WHAT.. PRESTON N-NO! PLEASE
Preston stands towering over joeys short body.
Preston: Now for you, TWAT!
Preston through a punch at me and saw nothing but darkness after that..
