Thirteen-years-old, Connor Wolfhard, a considerate and magnanimous teen, trying to cope with the enslaved power of a merciless creature. With the abidance of detest, deep-rooted for his contentious mother, and intricate in an explosive concocted sto...
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C O N N O R
"B-But the school's too far." I stuttered.
"Does it look like I care?" Thibbault growled. "Walk!"
Maverick shoved me to the ground and went to get into the car. "Leave him, Thibbault!" He yelled, as he got in his car and drove off.
"Walk to school by yourself! I'm not gonna let you sit in my car!" Thibbault said furiously, as I quickly stood up.
"I d-don't even know the way." I mumbled, clutching my backpack tighter. He let out an irritated sigh.
"Sit!" He ordered, like he was talking to a dog.
"Don't sit in his car." I heard a familiar voice.
I turned around to see Elliot with a backpack slung on his shoulder.
"Come with me."
He adjusted the collar of my shirt and fixed my hair a bit with the help of his hand. Shooting a disapproving look at Thibbault, he led me towards his car.
"Don't worry, he'll come back to his old self soon. It's been so long since we have someone younger than us. Maverick is younger though but he never acted like one." I could see Elliot staring at me from the rear view mirror. "Give him some time."
I mutely nodded at him when he decided to change the topic and asked. "How's school anyway? Is everything going alright?"
"Yeh, everything's alright." I forced a smile at him; didn't want to tell him about the way Dexter and his goons are treating me.
"Are you sure?"
"Positive."
It makes me feel so sad to watch Thibbault's behavior towards me. When he used to live with me, he has never treated me like crap. He was the one who has always saved me from Mom's anger.
Tears stung to my eyes when the flashback pictured in my mind of when I hugged Thibbault and he pushed me away from him.
I was lost in my thoughts that I didn't realize we had reached the school. I grabbed my backpack that was kept right next to me and quickly got out of the car.
"I'll come to pick you up after school, okay?" Elliot told me with a smile formed on his face. I nodded.
"Bye!" I said and started walking towards the entrance door of the school, only to get greeted by people stares again.
What's their problem?
I walked to my locker and pulled out the stuff I needed for the first period, when a familiar person slammed their locker shut, next to me.
"Hi!" I turned to see Cameron standing beside me.
"Hey!" I whispered.
"Come on, man. Can you speak a bit louder?" He chuckled slightly.
