Chapter 4

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//actions of abuse

(Tyler's POV)

I walked inside, it wasn't that hot today so I wasn't sweaty from my hoodie. Walking in everyone looked at me, Juliet came practically running to me.

"Shawn what happened to you?" She touched my cheek. "I fell" lies, "Shawn this wasn't because of you falling" I looked at lassie who looked at Juliet and back to me. "I fell, I happen to be clumsy- why do you need me here?" I asked

She brought me to the chief's office and there sat my doctor. Juliet and lassie took a seat at the table and I bolted for the door.

"Shawn!" Someone yelled but I was already out the door and riding my bike down the road. Zooming I went right home, no one knew I lived with Adam besides Gus. I could feel my phone buzzing in my pocket.

I parked my bike and went inside, Adam wasn't home so that was good. I grabbed my computer and looked up 'abuse hotline" and wrote the number on a piece of paper. Putting it in my phone, I had a lot of missed calls from everyone.

I freaked, I fucking freaked. I was completely terrified. He will tell everyone everything, everything..

I heard a car door shut, than the door opened.

Adam...

"H-hey" I said, getting up.

"What are you doing here?" He asked sitting a bag on the ground closing the door. "Re-researching" I told him as he got closer.

My phone keep buzzing on the table, he pick it up, taking it up to talk, he than say the paper. I saw the name 'Lassie.' Please no.

He looked at me and lunged. Grabbing my neck and slamming me against the wall. He dropped my phone lassie was still on the line probably listing. He dropped me to the floor as I gasped for breathes.

I grabbed my phone and stuck it in my pocket. I was then hit and kicked. "Go kill you're self worthless piece of shit" he whispered in my ear.

I had tears streaming down my face, I haven't been able to get out of this for 2 years just so I can protect my family and friends.

I felt my phone buzz in my pocket, I got up went and grabbed my sleep medication and left the house. I took a taxi to psych taking a little too many on the way, walking in Gus and lassie was there. I walked passed them and laid on the couch. "Shawn?" I heard as I fell a sleep.

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I don't even know what this was?

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