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U n f o r t u n a t e l y

"Boys, it's time to wake up!" Mom called from down stairs.

"Ugh," I yawn, throwing my blanket off my head.

"Is it really already morning?" Hunter asked, from the ground, I told him to just get into the bed, but he refused.

"Unfortunately. Come on, if we don't start moving she will scream again with her angry voice," I informed him, sleep still heavy in my voice. He chuckled and got ready. He had a few basic clothing items with him for school. We got ready quietly, there was not much to say after last night. I still don't really know what to do to help, for now, all I can do is make sure he is safe. When go down stairs Mom is making breakfast.

"This may be the first time this month, I can actually give you food," she commented excited, while Hunter and I took our seats at the dinning table. However, when she turned to us, she froze. "My God, what the hell happened to you two?" She shouted rather loudly considering the fact that it is five minutes to seven. She walked towards us and inspected both of our face before either of us could form an excuse.

"I stood up for a friend," I shrugged. I figured Hunter could say what he wanted.

"And I got into a fight last night, but I'm fine," he tried to shrug it off too, but Mom didn't look like she was going to have it.

"You don't have to answer Hunter," she said calmly. "Gang Violence?" Great Mom's going detective. I'm not the only one, who watches way too much Criminal Minds and Law & Order. Hunter shook his head. "A bully of some kind?" Again Hunter shook his head. Her eyes suddenly transformed into a mixture of anger and sadness as she must have realized it was his family that did it. "Hunter, would you like to stay home from school today? I have some errands to run, perhaps you could come along. Keep me company?" I'm not entirely sure Hunter would say yes to that offer, but after a minute or so, his nods.

"Thank you," he says softly. 

"Are you kidding, you will be doing me the favor. Now, let me call your school," she adds searching for her cell phone.

"Hey, Mom, can I-" I begin before she cuts me off when one of her looks. "Right. Um-I'll see you guys later," I wave, heading for the door.

"Have a nice day, Honey," Mom calls. 

When I get to the school, Uncle Principal is already locking the doors. He turns to me and smiles. "You Mom already called me. She said you would be running a little late. Come on. I'll get you a pass."

I smile somewhat surprised at this. We begin walking to the office.

"So, how are you liking the club?" He asks sincerely. 

"It's good," I reply, shrugging.

"You're not usually this quiet. Something on your mind. Remember, I am you Godfather, if you need me, I'm there," he turned on me, searching my eyes for some clue as to what was happening in my head, but truth. I didn't even know. I've watched shows wear parents are abusive, but never in my life has someone I'd known had that happen to them.

"Thanks Uncle Principal, but I'm fine. I knew you'd miss these talks every morning," I smiled, earning a small chuckle from him, but he still appeared concerned. 

"Right," he mutters. We get to the office and Ms. Steven's smiles at the both of us, but her eyes hold a little longer on a certain middle age man beside me.

"Good morning, Joseph," she says sweetly. "You're not in trouble again, right?" She asks a little concern in her voice. 

"Nope." I tell her popping the 'p'.

"Thank goodness," she said.

"We need one pass to class, for Joseph," Uncle Davison tells her, "And could you inform Hunter Franks' teachers that he will be out for today, and to deliver his work to me personally."