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Author's note- I'm so sorry for being inactive, I really am. It's just because I've made a few new friends and I want to be there for them and spend time with them, though it often clashes with when I'm supposed to write these fics. I am trying though, so I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Six days to go
3rd person's p.o.v.

Brendon came home again, this time drunk and sluggish and it wasn't even evening time yet.

Josh heard him coming.

He always did.

It allowed Josh a tiny millisecond longer to panic and try to find a new hiding spot that was safe from Brendon and would be hard to discover.

Brendon would find him though.

He always did.

Josh could hear Brendon trudging slowly up the stairs, and with the panic inside his head, he couldn't think of a place to hide and so quickly rolled under the bed.

Brendon banged on the door and forced it open.

"Josh..." he sang, searching the room for evidence, so he could attack Josh. "Brendon's home..."

Josh lay shaking under the bed, his eyes shut tightly, silently begging and praying that he would not be found, that even just for once, he would escape pain for an evening.

But Josh knew that Brendon would hit him, hurt him.

He always did.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed at Josh's foot and dragged him out from under the bed.

Josh screamed, terrified, and Brendon only laughed.

"My, Josh, did you really think you could hide from me?" Brendon slurred, the stench of alcohol filling the air. "You know I always find you in the end."

And he always did.

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