Chandler's POV
I don't know if I should have told her that...
*The Next Day - English
I walk into the classroom and go to sit next to Lydia and Harley. They've been talking quite a lot since the project they did together.
"Hey" I say as I sit down. "Hey" she replies.
"Maddie, you know Harley right?" She asks, gesturing to the boy next to her.
"Yeah, of course. Hey Harley" I say and give him a small wave. "Hey, what's up" He says. He has quite a deep, raspy voice, dark hair that sweeps past his eyes, he always wears black jeans and some sort of band top and he drives his black Harley Davison motorcycle to school everyday. He's basically the schools bad boy.
"Well...me and Harley are...dating" she announces. My eyes widen and a smile creeps across my face. "Congrats guys! I'm so happy for you" I say and hug them both.
I look Harley dead in the eyes. "Treat her well, Harley. If you hurt her, you'll have me to answer to" I say sternly and smirk.
"Don't worry, I won't Madison" and Lydia lets out an awkward laugh. "Alright Maddie, he gets it" and I notice a slight glare she gives me but I brush it off.
I find myself looking around throughout the lesson. No Chandler to be seen. I start to panic as I know that his parents could have something to do with him not being here.
"Um...Lyds, Harley. Have you seen Chandler today?" I ask nervously.
"I haven't" Lydia says whilst scribbling down what's on the board. "Chandler...he's the new kid right?" Harley asks. "Yeah" I reply. "Oh...I haven't seen him, sorry" he continues. "Okay" I simply reply.
Lydia turns to me. "Is he alright?" She asks. "Honestly...I don't know Lydia" I look down in worry. "I'm sure he'll be alright" she reassured me.
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It's the end of school now and I'm almost home. I've been worrying about Chandler all day.
As I walk down my street, I walk past Chandler's house but stop in my tracks. I turn around and look up at the large building before me. I take a deep breath, walk up to his front door and knock on the door nervously.
After about a minute the door suddenly swings open. A slim woman with medium length, blonde hair, wearing a fairly sophisticated black dress stands before me. Chandler's mum, I assume.
She furrows her eyebrows "Who are you?" She asks sternly. "Um...my names Madison...I'm-" "Um...I'm, spit it out" she mocks me. "I'm Chandler's friend, is he here?" I ask cautiously.
"Chandler doesn't have any friends...now fuck off, I need to get to work" she hisses and slams the door in my face.
I am left stood here hurt, confused, angered. How could Chandler live with that spiteful woman.
I begin walking towards my house when I hear a door slam behind me. I glance over my shoulder and see Chandler's mum get in her car and drive off.
Once she is out of sight, I begin running back towards Chandler's house.
*knock knock knock
No answer.
I look round the back for an entrance. I see the back door and test it. Locked...dammit
The conservatory catches my eye and I see the window open. I climb in through the window then try the door which leads to the house. Open...yes!
I enter the house and I am now faced with large dining room with a long, wooden table and 10 chairs neatly tucked under.
This house is massive. It's hard to believe that Chandler's parents abuse him.
I quietly make my way upstairs and I'm faced with 6 different rooms. 5 of which the doors are open and 1 of which is closed. Which I assume is Chandler's room.
I softly knock on the door. No answer.
I slowly open the door and quietly make my way into his room.
I glance round and see Chandler asleep on his bed, a comic book resting on his chest. He must have fell asleep whilst reading.
He is so peaceful. It's hard to believe how much he has been through...how much he gets abused. I hate seeing him hurt. He doesn't deserve it.
I don't want to disturb him, so I softly place myself in the chair next to his bed and get out my phone and begin scrolling through social media whilst I wait eagerly wait for him to wake up.
A/N
Obviously, Chandler's real mum isn't like that. It's just how I have written her character. I hope you liked this chapter. Please let me know what you'd like to see happen in this book, as I am beginning to run out of ideas.
