August 24th- Book One in the May 3rd series

Chapter 34- xtremeeee

Warnings ⚠: Child Abuse, Rape, Violence, Religion, Drug Use, Alcohol Use, Use of Slurs, Homophobia, Bullying, Mention of Suicide, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicidal Actions, Gun Use

Josiah's P.O.V.

-Tuesday, October 19th-

I don't remember hardly anything from yesterday.

Just being stunned in fear...

And Damien helping. Like always.

We both wake up when the alarm on his phone goes off for school. I hope I get used to that. It kind of freaks me out every-time.

I don't even want to go to school. I don't want to go anywhere.

"Damien..." I mumble as he pulls away from me.

"Let's call in dead." He mutters.

I sit upright, watching him stand.

"We should run away now. Why are we waiting for you to graduate?"

"Because I said so. I don't want to drop out of school. We've worked so hard."

"I don't want to go anymore. I'm scared. I just want to stay here with you."

"We can't. I wish we could...but we can't. I have family time tonight, remember?" He says bitterly.

Right. Me too.

Which I don't want to have to deal with.

"Kill your family and steal the house."

"Tempting," He says, grabbing clothes out of his dresser, "I'm going to go shower. I'll be right back."

"I don't want you to leave." I complain.

"It will be like ten minutes max."

"Don't you ever think of all the things that could happen in ten minutes?"

"Do you want to sit in there with me? Or I can leave the door open, so I can hear you if you yell."

"I just want to be safe. Leave the door open. If I start screaming, throw your clothes on and get in here. Please."

"Okay. The bedroom door is locked, too. I'll be right back."

I take a deep breath and turn to the floor.

I wish I never had to go home. Ever.

But also I have the chance to fix things, and...

There's no way I'm going to be able to fix anything. This is bad.

I allow myself to freak out until I hear the shower water stop.

Damien is never gonna let me go home if I freak out too much. He'll leave me with the old guy...Pierre. I don't know why he thinks that's okay.

I would rather be at home.

But also, I would really rather not be home.

By the time Damien comes back, I swear it's been about two hours.

"Are we going to be able to talk tonight? Can you text me after family time?"

"Sure. It's usually around eight or nine."

"Okay... I would ask you to keep your phone on you, but as soon as I say anything, you'll leave your family and get in trouble. I'll spam you if anything is wrong and you can see it after." I tell him.