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Chapter 7 - looking for shelter

Chapter 7- looking for shelter

Chester's POV

I totally froze when I saw my old man there, he came back. I wasn't processing things right, he'd kill me, totally kill me. I was so scared, I didn't know what to do or how to react.

Mike was looking at me confused. Things were happening too fast, my heart was thumping hard against my chest and I was shaking, it was surreal how he scared me.

I was twice more scared because Mike was present, he would hit me and Mike would interfere and could get hurt too, I couldn't bear seeing him get hurt again because of me.

Before I could even finish my thoughts, my father punched Mike right in the face. He fell on the bed holding his cheek and I immediately went to him.

"Mike! Oh my god, I'm sorry-" I was cut off by my father, who pulled me away from Mike by my shirt and threw me to the ground, I started to panic, it was like my dream, I was so scared, I should've warned Mike, I shouldn't have brought him here, what have I done!

"I TOLD YOU I DIDN'T WANT YOUR FUCKING FRIENDS HERE! YOU'RE GONNA PAY, FUCKING BASTARD!" My father screamed right at my face, I closed my eyes waiting to be hurt. I was so used to it that I knew exactly when he'd hit me, but this time was different.

Mike got up from the bed, his hands stretched out signalling that he didn't want violence involved. He was such an angel trying to protect me.

"Hey, you don't have to do anything okay? I'll go home and never come back aga-" he earned a slap from my father, I could see that he was clearly shocked. There was now a red mark on his cheek. He stayed with his face turned to the side, frozen, he didn't know what to do anymore and neither did I.

I looked around as fast as I could and spotted a picture frame with a photograph of me and my mother, it was the only photo I had with her before she passed. I was sad about what I was about to do but I had to do it, I picked it up and turned around, breaking it at my old man's head, there were little cuts on his forehead and some shards falling from his hair. He fell on my bedroom's floor, unconscious.

I was shaking badly, my breath was fast and short, my eyes were wide and my mouth open in shock. I picked the picture from the shattered frame and put it in my jeans' pocket.

As soon as I dropped the broken object I grabbed Mike's hand and flew out of that house.

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Mike's POV

I was completely startled by what had just happened. Chester's father hit me, tried to hurt Chester and then passed out by the knock he got from his son. He was crazy. I was so confused, I had to know if he did this constantly and I had to understand how all of this just happened.

We were running down the street, our hands still joined.

"Chester! Calm down!" We stopped and breathed the cold breeze from the afternoon. The sun was just disappearing and the sky was orange, so beautiful, but I didn't have time to admire it. Chester had his hands on his knees and breathed hard with eyes closed, sweat dripping from his forehead.

"Chester, how often does this happen?" I asked serious. I was so worried for him, I didn't want him hurt.

Silence. He didn't answer.

"Did he hurt you before?"

Silence again.

"Chaz, please, you have to tell me. Has he been hurting you?" I insisted again, getting closer to him this time.

He stayed quiet.

"We have to find somewhere to go. It's getting colder at every minute." He said turning his back on me and walking forward.