My Savior, My Lover, My Hunter.
A small blonde boy, looking no more the eight or nine years old, groans as he slowly gets up. Behind him, his mother screams at him to clean faster. The blond sighs as she gets back to scrubbing the kitchen. He winches from the kick his mother had given him. The boy, named Shawn, ignores his mother as he daydreams about playing outside with his best friend, Hunter. After Shawn is done with the kitchen, his mom sends him to the living room. A few moments later, his mom comes back and starts to land punch after punch on Shawn. After a half hour of being hit, Shawn falls to the ground unconscious. Blood drips from cuts above his right eye and from his lip. His mother then gets ready and leaves the house. Shawn whimpers and the falls completely out cold.
Shawn groans softly as he hears the doorbell ring a few hours later. He slowly gets up from his spot in the living room and answers the door. He gives a weak smile as he sees Hunter before passing out. Hunter catches his best friend and takes him to his house. When Hunter gets back home with Shawn, his mother starts to take care of the small blond. After a few hours, Shawn is resting in a guest room as the cops take away Shawn's mother. Hunter stays close to Shawn till he woke up.
Hunter looks up at Shawn as he hears a weak groan. He smiles as he sees his best friend waking up. Shawn looks at Hunter and asks softly "Hunt, where am I?" Hunter grins and says "You're at my house Shawn." Shawn sits up and says "I have to get home. Mom will be mad at me." Hunter smiles and tells Shawn that his mom was arrested for hurting him. As Shawn smiles and slowly falls asleep, Hunter curls up with him and they both fall asleep happily.