'You dont care do you!' Miles shouts back at his dispicable sperm donor he is forced to name father. Blood quickly rushed to his cheek, trickling down his nose, filling his mouth.

Repeated hits to his stomach, the sadistic anger fell leaving Mr.Hollingsworth worried about it impacting his future...

'Say anything. And there will be worse punishments.' with that the door slams behind him, leaving Miles wincing in pain.

'Ugh? Miles? Your face?'

'Say any of those things in a sentence would be helpful Maya.' he speaks storming past.

'Im worried about you!' she sighs still not giving in, 'It was your dad. wasnt it?' Miles's silence seemed ro be a clear enough awnser.

'saved by the bell?' He spoke again walking into his history classroom. avoiding the deathly intimidating glares from fellow peers. with the alternate concern.

'Miles?'

'Miles?'

'Miles!?'

'What Tris...' Miles growls clearly fed up of the constant questions. his face showed slight fear glancing at the bruses and clearly broken nose.

'Was it a gang?' Winston burst through the deathly silence, 'You know? the weed addiction.'

A loud slam approached thanks to Miles's anger, the books hit the desk as he stormed away. past our teacher, it wasnt un-known for him to ditch class. However this was different.

'Dont Tris.' He spoke, still caring. more emotion than the rest he has spoken that day.

Tristan sat becide Miles on the table of the greenhouse. minding the depressing dead flowers surrounding them, Autumn weather i guess.

'Whats with the injuries?' He whispered just loud enough to be heard, 'The attitude? please Miles.'

Even Miles couldnt resist Tris's pleas, the hurt in his sparkling blue eyes, one of the happiest people he knew, loosing his hope...

'My dad.'

'What?'

'Thats why im injured'

'You need to tell someone!'

'I cant...' tears started to form in Miles's eyes, they lit up slightly as Tris grabbed for his hand, instantly he felt safe... well until his phone rang...

'Your dad?' Tris spoke softly in attempted comfort seeing the utmost fear creep onto his love's face. 'Dont awnser!'

Miles did as he was told dropping the phone becide him.

Tris's hand traveled up to his face pulling it closer to his-own, his soft lips placed themselves onto Miles. he pulled away slowly...

'I'm here for you, i've got you.'

Miles arm linked around Tris's back resting his head into his sholder.