No Place Like Home. (BBS FF)

Chapter 1 - The beginning (part 1)

~Evan's POV~

I was walking home from work when my phone started ringing, I looked down at it and saw the id of the caller it was my uncle. Ever since mum died the whole family seem to have gotten closer, well except for my father and me. This whole month he's been acting strange almost suspicious, he hasn't been talking to me nor looking in my general direction. Maybe it's because I look too much like mum?

I answered my phone and am greeted by uneven gasps for air and the rushed voice of my uncle, "Evan?! Come quick!! Help!!" he gasped out.

Right before I could question anything a sickening crack was heard followed but a loud thud. The line cut after a few seconds of silence. Scared was an understatement of what I was feeling but, despite that feeling I changed direction and ran to my uncle's house which was only 200 meters away.

Once I was at the door I knocked harshly only to be met with silence. I grasp the door handle tightly and twisted it. As the door creaked open my gut clenched. Once the door was open all the way I was greeted by a terrible scene. My uncle sprawled out on the floor blood leaking from his neck. You could see the bone sticking out of the side of his neck. His usually bright caramel eyes now dull and lifeless were looking straight at me. I did the only thing I could think of, I ran.

Once I was around 250 meters away I stooped and let the tears fall. I reached into my pocket to call the police when I heard an engine revving. I turned around a little too late but just in time to see a black van driving towards me then... I fell into unconsciousness.

~Craig's POV~

I was walking. Walking to no place in general. It's around 1 am and I was kicked out by my dad just 1 hour ago.

-Flashback to 1 hour ago-

I was in my room staring at a photo, it was from my mum and me, with my father taking the picture. I felt like a void. Empty and unable to feel any emotion when suddenly I was snapped out of my thought by the front door slamming and the hinges rattling. I heard footsteps stomping up the stairs as I tried to hide the little amount of fear I was feeling. My father bursts through the door swaying slightly from side to side, the stench of alcohol radiating off of him.

"You," he slurred as he pointed at me, but I however just stayed in the same spot frozen in fear, he continued in a snarl still slurring slightly, "you're an ungrateful barst*rd!! You take everything for granted!!"

Yeah, I take things for granted, I thought to myself with a scoff, bad Idea. Because I was met with stinging in my cheek.

"Don't you scoff at me boy!!" he yelled in my face, his bloodshot eyes staring at me daring me to make a move.

He grabbed me by my hair and I couldn't help but let a squeak of pain slip past my lips. He growled as he, still holding onto my hair with an iron-like grip, drunkenly walked down the stairs, past the living room all the way to the front door. He slammed open the door and threw me out the door, my hands and knees getting scraped on the pavement, drawing blood.

"Don't bother coming back b*tch!!" He yelled as he slammed the door.

-End of flashback and back to the present-

I was so invested in remembering that I didn't notice the 3 men dressed in black walking behind me. I felt something being injected into my neck before... I fell into a void of darkness.