𝕋𝕠𝕠 𝕄𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕎𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕂𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕐𝕠𝕦 ~ 𝕄𝕒𝕪𝕝𝕠𝕣

ROGERS POV

I open the front door, dreading what's to come. I quietly shut the door, and made my way upstairs, trying to go unnoticed. I close my bedroom door and throw my bag onto my bed. my family still hasn't noticed that im home. I slip in my earbuds, and put on Sweet Child O' Mine by Guns N' Roses as i do my homework. I have a voice thats a bit like Axl Rose... only a bit deeper. im caught on one science question. im sitting there, on that question for about 20 minutes, before I finally decide to call someone for help. the first name that comes to mind is brian. I remember seeing all those textbooks in his bag, so he must be pretty smart. I take out my phone and give him a call. it rings for about 5 seconds before he picks up.

"roger!"

"hey brian! listen. im stuck on this science question. could you help me?"

"y- yeah! sh- sure rog! w- which one is it?"

"its question 2 on the second sheet. ive already finished the math."

"oh. sure rog. d- do you want me to juh- just give y- you the- the answers?"

"wouldn't that be cheating though?"

"well- y-yeah... but who cares. r- right?"

"right. ok... just send me a picture."

"alright. so I- I'll talk to you later? maybe at around 9- 9:30?"

"alright. talk to you then."

"o-ok bye."

I wait about 30 seconds after hanging up before I get a message from brian. he gave me the answers for both science sheets. "thanks bri" i text back. "np" he says. I copy down his answers but make sure its not 100% exactly what he has written on his sheet just so I don't make is suspicious. after that, i get up and walk over to my bed. and reach under it. i find my little stash of food i brought up there for myself because there is absolutely no way I can go downstairs to the kitchen without my dad noticing me, and asking me to do something very difficult, and threatening to hurt me if I didn't do it. most often times when I don't complete the task... he does hurt me. it's been that way all my life. so I just keep everything i need inside my room. i pull out the little cardboard box i keep under there and pull out a hershey's chocolate bar that I bought at the corner store last week. I open the wrapper and think about what brian could be doing. he probably has a nice house and a nice family. I imagine his parents are nice to him. he's so calm. I know i'm not. my parents fukken hate me. I wish they would just put me up for adoption already. I would do anything to get myself out of this hell hole. but if i ran away... where would I go?

A/N rog still doesnt know 😬😬😬😬😬😬😬😬😬 also u can let me know if theres any mistakes