~Emily's POV~
For the weekend I was taking Connor to meet my parents to help him get over some issues.
When we arrived Michael sat in the backseat listening to his iPod and Connor and I took the bags inside. As soon as I entered I saw a mortified look on Connors face. "You'll be fine," I reassured him, "I even have a king size bed in my room". My mom came out and said hello and told us dinner was already ready.
As we sat down my dad glared at Connor. I kissed Connor and went in the kitchen to help. Michael was already there helping serve. Just as I pulled the plates out I heard Connors voice quiver. That meant he was about to tear up. "Dad! What did you ask him," I insisted. "I asked if he always wore shirts like that," he said. I hugged Connor as he cried. "Dad he used to cut and this helps him prevent it. We are here for him to forget about that," I said. Connor told me he wasn't hungry so we went into my old room and fell asleep.
