Me too

Chapter 4| Sprained Ankle

"Go hide in my bathroom." Will whisper yelled. I nodded, sprinting towards the bathroom, I don't know how long I had till whomever called his name got to the room. I left the restroom door cracked, just incase.

How is it possible for a restroom to smell so good? What is going on with this place? I gasped as Will's bedroom door was slammed open. Damn, someone's angry.

"What the hell are you doing here?" A man in a suit yelled as he entered the room. He was a pretty tall dude, but not taller than Will. He looked built. Slightly more than Will. I'm guessing this is his step-dad, the one that gave Will the bruises on his beautiful face.

"I came here to get some clothes, chill the fuck out. You wont see me around here anymore after this." Will said in a harsh tone. Even I was scared. He sounded like he meant business.

The man sighed. "Look, I'm sorry. I've been having a hard time at work lately and I took out all of my anger on you last night. Please forgive me."

"What the fuck? Do you seriously think that everything will be fine after that lousy apology? Who do you think I am? I know that the only reason you're apologizing is because mom made you do it. Otherwise, you wouldn't give a damn. You don't care about me. Ever since you married my mom, you've been trying to find ways to get rid of me. You fucking hit me. I couldn't fight back because mom got between us, but moms not here." Will smiled.

Holy crap. This is getting intense. I mean, if they do happen to start throwing punches, I wouldn't be able to intervene because I'm way smaller than them and I will end up getting hurt. My heart started beating out of my chest at the thought of that.

"Shut up, you mother didn't tell me to do anything." "Oh really? Then why are you apologizing? Do you actually feel bad for what you've done? You're nothing but a pathetic little bug that I can squish wi-" Will was caught off as his step-dad launched at him. Oh my god. I began to shake. What do I do?

Will managed to get his step-dad off of him as he threw punches at his face, these didn't look like any normal punches, they looked intense. His step-dad tried to punch back but kept missing as Will dodged every punch. His step-dad went for a different approach after he began to bleed from his nose. Will wouldn't stop punching him. If he doesn't stop punching soon. His step-dad is at risk of getting a head injury. He kicked Will on his right leg. He grunted in pain but still kept punching.

He was finally able to knock his step-dad to the ground. He struggled to get up as he grunted in pain.

"Aussie, quick, run to my closet and get my black backpack from the floor. I'll keep him on the ground." Will yelled. I did as told and ran to his closet. His backpack was open and filled with clothes and other things. I zipped it up and sprinted towards Will. He nodded. "Lets go." he yelled in panic as his step-dad began getting up. Will began to limp as we ran. "Are you okay?" I yelled. "Agh, yeah." he said. I nodded, unconvinced. We finally made it to his front door with his step-dad hot on our tails. We slammed the door shut behind us, locking it. Which gave us an advantage. We quickly got into Will's car and drove away.

I laid back in the seat as we passed the gates of his house. I sighed in relief. I put his backpack in the back seat. We were both breathing heavily from what had just happened. It's just too soon for me. I barely met this guy and I've already practically slept with him and have seen him fight with a family member. I think that I should hold a record there.

I looked over at Will who seemed to look in pain. "Are you okay?" I asked again. He grunted in pain again. "Yeah, I'm fine." He said. "Pull over." What?" "You heard me." He sighed and pulled over to the nearest grocery store's parking lot.