Hero.

Chapter 5

He's actually a really good guy. My father? Hell no. He still hits me. But I don't know if I can keep smiling for Ashton. I can't keep telling him that everything is fine and that I'm having a good life. I just can't let him know about my true self and my true life. I just don't want him to worry. I really don't want to see Ashton sad by something that I can do for myself. I can't let him know. But, I don't know if I can keep it up. Like, we are good friends right now. And I don't want to hurt that by showing him my scars and him leave from my life. I just got to suck it up like a big girl and pretend that my life is good and nothing's wrong.

I just escaped from one of my dad's beating by locking him out of my room. Camden is in the room with me. Scared and upset. There's no way of a thirteen year old boy to be experimenting this at that age.

I really don't know why dad keeps doing this. If mum was here, she'll make him stop. Or send him to jail right away. Sometimes I do wonder about my mum.

Why did she leave us? Does she still love us? Where is she?

And I know that those questions will never be answered.

I sigh while looking at Camden. His eyes huge and has circles under his eyes. Mine is worse.

Right now it's swollen by my own father.

Tears sting my eyes.

There's no way that I can tell Ashton about this. I don't want him to worry. I can't let him see my eyes like this. I don't want him to worry about what happened.

Camden went to hug me. It feels so nice to have someone to hug when times like this happen.

And I felt tears on my t-shit and arm.

"Cam, don't cry."I whisper.

He snuffles a couple times.

"I just don't like how you keep getting hurt by dad. Him keep hitting you, punching you until you bleed. I can't live like this anymore. I want to get out of here. Get out of this living hell."he cries.

"You don't deserve to be treated like this."

I stroke his dyed hair. Which is black and white.
He's into edgier music. Mostly by me.

"I know. But I know someday, this whole thing will be gone and we'll live a happier life."I say.

This is really painful to hear this from a thirteen year old. And upsetting for him to live like this.

After living like this for three, almost four years.

Then I heard my phone going off.

It's Ashton.

I quietly shush Camden as he continues to quietly cry.

"He-Hi Ashton."I say.

"Are you okay?"he ask.

"Yeah. But I'm not sure that it's a good time to be calling,"I told him.

"Oh, sorry."he sighs.

"It's fine. Maybe you can call later?"I tell him.

"Yeah. I think that's should be good. I guess since I have practice with the band later."he says.

"I'm sorry,"I apologize.

"It's fine. I'll just call you whenever I have free time."he says.

"Bye,"I say.

"Bye,"

Then hung up.

I feel guilty for doing that to him.

"Cam, it's going to be alright."I tell him.

"I want to get out of here."he says.

"I wish we can,"I sigh.

I feel even more guilty than ever.
Can't do something that what my brother wants most. It's what I want to do.

But I can't since I have nowhere to go.

We sat on my head as I keep comforting Camden.

Then we end up falling asleep on my bed.