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thirteen.

*Calum's POV*

I paced back and forth in my room, my clenched fists held strongly at my sides. The urge to create a whole in my wall right now was mighty but I resisted, knowing it would get me in more trouble. My whole body shook with adrenaline, just waiting for the minute I could lay my hands on that bastard downstairs. 

I wrapped my hand around the cold metal door handle and marched down the stairs, stopping half way.

"He's not our fucking son Sharon! He never will be." I felt the blood physically boil in my body.

"Would you stop for one minute and see that he isn't a bad person." I was surprised at her words. I know that Sharon didn't hate me, but I would've thought after years of cold shoulders and hostility she would of given up by now. 

I inched back to the top of the stairs so I was out of view and sat down quietly, listening to the conversation.

"Would you try and see past this curtain of denial in front of your eyes. The boy is a fuck up and quite simply a disappointment." I was about to speak when I heard the sound of skin meet skin. I shuffled down a little to see Graham standing dumbfounded, a large red mark in the shape of a hand print forming on his cheek. 

"Don't you dare say that about him! We took him in and he is family, no matter what." My heart ached a little at her words. All the pain I'd put her through these past years were out of my self hatred and my own sadness, Sharon had never once done anything remotely awful to me. 

What I saw next made my stomach flip. Graham's hand raised into a fist and came down like a tonne of bricks, leaving Sharon on the floor with blood slowly rushing to the surface of her skin.  

I got to my feet as quickly as possible and sprinted to the two adults, I'd had enough of him now. Before Graham had time to react I grabbed the collar of his shirt and threw him backwards, watching him stubble over the small table in the centre of the room.

While he was down I helped Sharon to her feet,

"You need to leave." I looked over her face making sure she wasn't hurt anywhere else, just a large purple bruise appearing under her eye. 

She was about to reply when her face turned into that of complete shock. I began to spin around when I felt a strong tug on the back of my head yanking me back, I tried to escape the grip when a fist connected with my lip and I felt the skin rip.

"I bet you've waited all your fucking life to do that haven't you kid." In front of me stood a man I hardly recognised. Gramam's eyes were wide with madness and his lips were curled up into a cruel smile. 

Instead of replying, I lunged towards him and connected my shoulder with his stomach. Although he wasn't winded for long, because soon enough both of his hands grabbed the back of my hoodie and his knee made full contact with my stomach.

I let go of him as I tried to regain my breath when I felt a powerful blow to the side of my face. I stumbled backwards, my vision went blurry as little black spots danced in front of my eyes. I squinted slightly and tried to focus on Graham.

"You're completely fucking insane Graham." He let out a shrill laugh and threw his head back. I saw this as an opportunity, because as soon as he wasn't looking I covered the space between us in two strides, took him at the back of his shirt and kicked the back of his knees forwards, causing him to collapse on the floor. 

Once he was down I jumped on top of him, pinning his arms beneath my legs and began throwing punches left, right and center. It felt good to take it out on him, despite Sharon begging me to stop I carried on, allowing all the pent up agression from the past years to finally flow out of me. 

Somehow between my punches, Graham's arms found a way from their held down position and his bloody hands were now clawing at my face. I swapped his hands away and delievered one final fist to his face, the impact caused his hands to retreat from my face and to his own.

Graham's face was badly injured and blood covered my hands once I was done. I jumped off him and turned to Sharon, she was competely white and both her hands were held up to her lips.

"I'm so sorry." I croaked out before tears started flowing from my eyes. I looked in the mirror to see a mess of a person staring back. 

My eye was a mixture of purple and black shades, one side of my lip was swollen where Graham's fist had connected and blood from his hands left marks all over my face.

"Calum you need to leave." I shook my head vigorously,

"I'm not leaving you with that psycho." Sharon held her hands up, not wanting to hear my protests.

"And I'm not asking you. Whether you like it or not I'm telling you, as a mother talking to her son." I opened my mouth to speak but fought against it, looking at the woman in front of me. Even after she just watched me beat her husband she still treated me like I was her own blood. 

Tears were still rushing down my cheeks and I hated myself for letting her see me like this. She paced towards me, placing both her hands on either side of my face. I winced at the pain but relaxed into her touch.

She rubbed my tears away with her thumbs and wrapped her arms around my neck. I froze for a moment, not knowing what to do. It wasn't until she started drawing all too familiar small circles on the top of my back with her fingers that I pulled her in close to me and rested my chin on her head. 

Before I was used to the comforting feeling, she pulled away.

"Now leave." I didn't want to argue with her, so I silently made my way to the front door. 

Before I was fully out of the door, I turned back to look at Sharon. She was already looking at me, her lips were formed into a straight line as tears slipped down her cheeks.

"I'm so sorry Sharon." I looked down at the floor and slipped out of the house, closing the door behind me. 

I took in a deep breath, realising I hadn't even cleaned up my face so I now looked like a crazy kid walking around the town. 

I was half way to the beach when I knew where I needed go. I turned on my heel abruptly and began running towards the mall.

Luke. I needed Luke. 

A/N: i don't like graham. graham a lil bitch.

dedicated to joceline because she is fab 

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