Kevin's Point of view
"Scotland," I narrow my eyes, is he dumb or just trying to annoy me.
"No way in hell," I spit through clenched teeth.
"I'm sure he'll let you come, it's the only place they can't track you down at," he argues. I want to say 'I'd rather die than see his face' but I stop myself being that's a possibility. My dad remarried and moved, so I lived with my mom until I was about 17. We didn't exactly live a life of luxury, and she fell ill, and inevitably died. Not a single fuck was given by him.
Rather then taking me in he ignored my request, I was never his son. Just a mistake. They put me in a few homes, all of which ended up beating me, or worse, which I don't want to talk about. There's a reason I'm gay, I'll just say that. So I got emancipated, and I was more of a loner for a while. Still am, mostly.
"Scotland?" Steven inquires, looking to me for answers. I sigh and unclench me jaw.
"My dad has a few cabins there, off the radar, which he used for hiding whenever the police would come to take him away 'cause he never paid child support," I spit, trying not to force my anger for him on Steven.
"And I'm sure he's sorry about that and would make it up to you!" Eddie counters, I roll my eyes.
"Like hell he's sorry," I scoff, and I know it's the truth. A sorry would mean a card. A call. A anything.
"What other plan do you have?" Eddie retorts, and he does have a point. Damnit. Either sit and wait for them to strike again or go crawling back to him. Fuck.
"He could have already moved by now," I point out, but by now I know I'm denying the inevitable. Eddie gives me a look, meaning he's serious. I am too.
"Do you want Steven to be taken away just because you have a petty grudge with your dad?" He asks. I flinch, damn he hit a nerve.
"I'll call him," I grumble, hating the salty taste of defeat.Eddie smiles victoriously, amused with his accomplishment. I sigh and call the number, I still remember it. I bite my lip as it rings twice, maybe he won't pick up. But then it does. The line is silent, and I'm hesitant to speak.
"Hello?" I ask, slightly hoping to be directed to his voice mail. No such luck.
"... Hello, Kevin," He responds. It's his voice, it's him.
"H-hi mark," I respond, hoping that by not calling him dad might send a silent dagger to him. Though I doubt he cares anymore.
"I need help." There's a silence, so I continue, looking at Steven to have the will power.
"I got in trouble, and if I don't hide somewhere they'll put me away, for good," I explain, nit-picking the details to include.
"Have your mother help you," He states, like it's the most obvious thing in the world. How can he be so heartless?!
"She's dead," I say, my voice cold as stone. The line is silent
. "... Dead? when... when did she die?" He asks, his voice quivering.
"6 months ago, when you were too busy avoiding you taxes to notice," I spit, making my words hostile.
"I-i'm sorry, Kevin, I didn't know," He pleads, I can hear him crying through the phone. I take a deep breath to calm myself.
"Can I use one of your cabins or not?" I snap, if he thinks he can win me back by a few tears he's got another thing coming to him. I would rather no relation with him.
"Of course, do you need a plane ticket?" He asks.
"I can take care of myself," I say, abruptly ending the call. Eddie looks at me expectantly.
"He said yes but we need to get our own plane tickets there," I say, not admitting the last part is my fault. I don't want his charity, we can get there ourselves.
"Great, you guys should get packing ten, Kevin I can help you," Eddie smiles, gesturing to my arm.
"Maybe you should wake Aleks up so you two can pack," I suggest.
"What!? Why do we have to come with!?" He complain, not exactly the time for whining.
"They know you're our friends, they'll do anything to get to us, you're not safe here either," I explain, though I that would be obvious. Eddie scowles, admitting defeat before going to wake up Aleks.
Steven helped me pack a few clothes, books, things to do since we can't bring anything electronic. That was hard for Eddie and Aleks, crushing their precious phones. They said it wasn't fair that only they had to. I figured that if I kept mine on then they would track it down and go searching for us in the wrong direction, and since mine doesn't have any contax besides theirs, it would be safe to leave it on. Theirs on the other hand had their families and friends, that they could use to lure them back. It's best this way.
That was also incredibly hard on them well, Eddie at least. Eddie still has family, and he couldn't tell his mom we were leaving, or she might slip. Aleks is an orphan, in and out of homes a lot like me. And then there's Steven. He seems pretty excited for the trip, I guess he hasn't ridden in a plane before. Or if he has he doesn't remember it. I'm dreading it, I'll have to see him. Face to face.
Steven's point of view
-On the plane-
Someone I don't know, in a tight skirt comes around asking us to turn 'electronic devices' off. Which makes Eddie look really sad. Aleks is already asleep, leaning on his shoulder. I look out the window, this flys? Will there be wind? My mind begins rushing, what if we crash? I start tugging on the seat belt, how would this protect me?! Maybe it's on wrong? It's irritating my skin, maybe Kevin put it on wrong!?
"Steven, calm down, you're safe," He smiles, placing his hand on my shoulder. I sigh and nod, placing absolute trust in his word, though I'm still cautious. My ears start to feel like they might explode, and I look out the window. We're flying! Actually flying! The ground becomes more distant, and my head starts spinning. That's.... that's a long way to fall.... We go above the clouds, and a calm voice says we are free to move about in the plane. Kevin takes my hand, silently reminding of what he said earlier.
I simply nod my head, try to rely on his word for comfort. But I'm still scared.
"Kevin," I whisper, so the people across the row can't hear me.
"Hmm?" He whispers back.
"I'm scared," I admit, putting an effort to not look out the window.
"Don't worry, I'm here, you're safe," He coaxes, gently squeezing my hand.
"I know, but, what if we crash? Or another plane hits us, or-" He cuts me off by pressing his lips to mine. I melt into it, and for a few seconds before it ends I forget about my worries.
He presses our foreheads together before whispering in my ear, "You're safe with me." I nod and he wraps an arm around me, surrounding me in is warmth. And he's right. I do feel safer.
-Authors Note-
Thank you to everyone who has been asking for an update, it really motivates me to write quicker! Hopefully updating chapters will happen more oftine then once a week, I'll try! Anywho~~~ Thank you for reading and if you liked, go ahead and vote this chapter, BYE <333
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