Fate

Pulling through

Axel POV

I slowly walked out of bio, trudging to my locker and replaying the events of last night and thinking about what I would tell Fleur.

My real dad had died a few months after I was born, and so my mother re-married. But she chose the wrong guy to make the story short, and he eventually dragged my siblings and I far away from her, but we were all to young to remember where that was.

Ever since then he's hated our guts, telling us we were the reason that he had to take us away, and all this other shit that isn't true about us at all. And when he gets angry for irrational things, or just when he feels like it, he'll take out his emotions on me, physically. I never allow him to lay a finger on my siblings though, and that's fine with him, as long as his drunk ass can find someone to punch. My siblings hate it, and I obviously don't like it either, but he threatened to hurt them if I call the police or tell anyone; he knows they're my weakness.

And although calling the police may seem like a good idea, because they can obviously protect him from me, I'd have to tell someone about it; I'm not going to an orphanage. And I know he would find out about that, word gets around fast and people probably won't listen when I tell them not to say anything, and then he'll hurt my siblings without anyone being able to do anything about it.

The bell for last period rang, effectively interrupting my thoughts.

I sighed, knowing I had to go to algebra next and see her.

I had pretty much been avoiding her all day, mainly avoiding talking to her about yesterday. But I knew she would want an explanation, and I knew I had to give her one.

Fleur's wide, green questioning eyes watched me as I walked in, giving me a weak smile. I returned it as much as I could.

We sat miserably through algebra, glancing at each other every so often, and when the bell finally dismissed us to leave, she whispered,

"Meet me in the usual spot."

I nodded, packing my things and going straight to the big tree behind the school where we usually met up. When I got there, of course she was already waiting,and her face lit up as she saw me. I sat beside down beside her and dropped my bag down.

"Hey." She said.

"Hi."

We sat there awkwardly for a few minutes, waiting for all the kids to fill out of school. When mostly everyone was gone, she leaned over to me and said,

"What's going on?"

I sighed, not really knowing where to start. So I just told her everything, thinking that it didn't really matter how long we stayed there, my dad was probably too drunk to notice I wasn't at home at the moment.

I told her about my mom when I was little, and about my real dad, then how my step dad took us away to Brooklyn, where we now lived. I told her he was a drunk, and about all the other things he did to me. By the end there were tears in her eyes, some falling loose that I wiped away with my hand.

"I'm so sorry, I mean- How did you- I just don't know what to say." She stuttered out.

"It's okay. I'm okay now I mean, he really doesn't even do it that often-"

"Wait, what- Are you implying that your actually thinking of staying with that maniac? After all he's done to you and your siblings?"

"Well Fleur, I mean I haven't really got any other place to go. And no there's no way I'm going to an orphanage."

She stared at me for second, seemingly arguing with herself silently.

"Well, you know, with some help, I could find you a home and a family. We cou-"

"No, Fleur, I told yo-"

"Just hear me out. We could tell the police, your dad will never have to know about it, and they could find you a new home and arrest him before he knows what happened. You and your siblings will end up just fine okay?"

I thought about it for a moment. I mean I had never told the police before because I didn't want to live in an orphanage, but this might actually work now that I had Fleur here.

She searched my face, looking for an answer.

Finally, I nodded enthusiastically, giving in, and grinned widely.

She giggled and threw her arms around my neck, burying her face in my neck. I laughed and wrapped my arms soundly around her waist and holding her close. She leaned back and took my chin, forcing my face towards her. Her eyes flickered down to my lips at the same time mine did, and she pressed her lips to mine softly.