Chapter eight

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                                                             ***Andy's P.O.V.***

I woke up the next morning with my heart pounding, damn that fucking dream. I got up, taking cold shower, and slipping on a Pierce the Veil shirt with black skinny jeans and white chucks. 

"Andy! Where are you, you piece of shit?"

I sighed, oh fucking joy. I ran down the stairs into the livingroom where my drunk, abusive, bitch of a fathe was stiiting on the couch. 

"Y-yes sir?"

He turned around with bottle in his hand. "Get me another beer, you useless faggot."

I went into the kitchen, getting him another beer, and walked back to the livingroom.

"H-Here you go sir."

He snatched it out of my hand then threw the empty bottle, the glass shattered cutting my cheek and hands. 

"Now get the hell out of here you pathetic little shit!"

I ran upstairs into my room, throwing my stuff into my bag , grabbed my longboard, and jumped out of the window. I longboarded down the street. God I fucking hate him, I fucking hate everything. I mindlessly skated down the street until I was in front of Greyson and Blade's apartment. I walked up to the door and knocked. I waited, hoping at least one of them would answer. 

The door opened to reveal Greyson, his eyes went wide with terror. 

"Andy, what happened to your face?"

I shook my head. "Can I please stay here? I-I have no where else to go. P-please Grey."

He pulled me inside and hugged me tightly. 

"Of course you can stay here!"

I sighed in relief. "Thank you so much, Grey."

"Anytime man."

I threw myself onto the couch, Greyson started at me. "Hang on, I'll go get the first aid kit."

"O-okay."

He disappeared into another room. 

"Gracy. Where are you?"

Blade ran down the stairs, he looked into the livingroom. "Andy?"

I looked up smiling weakly. "Hey."

"Oh my glob! Andy, what happened to your face?"

"It's nothing."

Greyson came back with the first aid kit.

"Gracy, what happened to him?"

Greyson slapped him upside the head. "Don't shorten my name! Anywhore I don't know, what ever happened he'll tell when he's ready."

I smiled weakly. "Thanks."

"Anytime dude."

He started cleaning the cuts on my face. "Are you hurt anywhere else?"

"N-no."

He cleaned my hands, and felt around for anymore bruises. I winced when he touched my ribs. 

"I knew it."

I blushed. "Freaking know it all."

Greyson laughed. "I am not, I'm just good at stuff."

Once I was all cleaned up, we all left for school.

I walked up the main steps, towards my locker when someone grabbed me from behind.

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