From Abuse To Foster Care //Dadvid Au Fanfic//

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Max's P.O.V

I jolt awake feeling my head throb as I hissed in pain. 'Where am I?' I wondered, I looked around the room noticing the lanky man sitting unconscious in an armchair across from me.

'David must have brought me inside instead of waking me up' I thought, still half asleep. I get up, my body aching as I did so, from the sofa I had been laying on and began to explore around my new environment.

There didn't appear to be much on the ground floor, so I moved quickly upstairs to investigate. As I left the room,'..you're too nice for your own good David...' I thought bitterly. Wandering away I explored most of the house, except for two rooms that I assumed was David's and the guest's room. I didn't dare think of evading the man's room that was now watching over me, even if it was David and I hadn't really cared back at camp. I would rather not upset him when I hadn't been here even a day yet. And the guest room was either designed two ways; completely plain or fixed up by David. Frankly, I didn't want to go inside either way.

It wasn't what I knew or was used to. It wasn't home. And I think it never will be.

It was foreign and scary, making it off putting. I wanted my old room, my room. Dark blue walls, all covered in posters of bands I didn't knew but thought were cool, hard wood floor; it being covered by stray clothes and book I had nowhere else to put. The pale blue lamp with star cut outs that sat on the floor since I didn't have any other surface to put it on, the twin mattress that I didn't have a frame or a bed sheet for. My cozy blankets, that were the same colour as the walls just a little lighter.

I wanted to be there instantly, but I didn't want to be with my parents. My old house, besides my room, had been a nightmare. A nightmare created by my mother and father. My room had been the only escape. I wasn't allowed outside without their permission. I couldn't sneak out because they would know and would beat me until my skin was nothing but purple.

This place may not have my parents' house, but it doesn't have the one place that I could call home. I walk away from the rooms, realising I had been staring blankly at them, hearing my socked feet patter softly against the wooden floor beneath them.

I quietly came into the kitchen reaching for the cereal box on the counter, not having eaten since breakfast. I place the box at the dining room table, going to find the stool I saw so I could grab a bowl from top cabinets. I sit the stool in front of the cupboard that held the plates and bowls. I step onto the stool, grabbing a bowl and going to the table. I pouring myself some cereal and begin eating. I didn't bother adding milk, feeling too hungry and impatient to do so. Plus it just makes all the little cereal puffs soaky way too fast.

*Timeskip*

It had been a hour since I had woken up. I have been occupying my time with word searches so I won't get bored. David, to my knowledge, still hadn't gotten up. I was letting him sleep, seeing as he was letting me stay at his place, it felt respectful to let him get his sleep.

And plus, David probably wanted to talk about the situation with my parents when he woke up. But I didn't want to talk about them. They didn't care anyways! So it doesn't matter.

I sighed, telling myself to be calm down, I was getting riled up for nothing. I went back to the word search I had been working on. I had completed almost the whole book in the hour I was waiting, it was calming and kept me business.