I would like to give a special thanks to 509h, Durske78, KiteKat27,Lifesamemistakes, Lildeb, and Aphass for following my story it really makes me happy. I got a private message from user Maxanna she wrote me something really great. There is a reason why I chose this topic on abuse because I have been a victim of it I was in a really bad relationship a few years ago the way Will feels in this story is the way I felt at the time it was so hard for me if it wasn't for my English teacher I would probably still be a victim of that man. But I'm not anymore so for you who reads this all I want is for people to know that you should never be a victim in if you are talk to someone it helps. Thank you for reading this story in supporting my journey of recovery.

Chapter 2...

The alarm clock keeps beeping causing me to get a headache. I hit the 'off' button and sit up. Monday, great. I'll be seeing Kevin, Chad, and Jamie. Jamie was my first boyfriend when I was 14 years old. He would always hit me when he was mad. We lasted for about a month once he got tired with me. Then there was Chad when I was 15 years old. He would hit me if I did something wrong and would always want sex. He broke up with me after 4 months. And lastly, there was Kevin when I was 15 onto 16. He would hurt me because he thought I liked it. But when I told him not to hurt me, he didn't care. We lasted for 9 months. I actually thought he was different when we were together for so long.

I get out of bed and strip to my boxers. I go over to the closet and pick out pair of black jeans and an Adventure Time tee shirt. I slip them on, grab a brush off my drawer and brush out the bedhead from my short dirty blonde hair. I can't stop thinking that I'll see everyone. I always get nervous on Mondays before schools starts. I don't like the people in my school. They don't like me either. A reason why I have no friends. Maybe I just look different than everybody else. Because I do. Everyone is so much into school spirit where I'm not. Whenever I pass people, they shove me into the lockers, punch me, slap me, all that kind of stuff. It's doesn't matter to me. I still take it. If I told a staff member, they wouldn't care. And if I told mom, she would keep me home and look at me with nothing but sympathy.

I walk out in the hallway, down the stairs to the kitchen "Morning honey." Mom smiles and hands me my usual hot chocolate. "Hi Will!" Sydney yells with a mouthful of cereal "Morning you guys." I return their smiles and drink my hot chocolate. "Mom, Will, I had a dream where I had super powers and saved the Earth from the sun!" Sydney tells us.

"Sounds like quite the dream." I chuckle. Sydney always tells mom and I her dreams. They either involve super powers or rescuing something. It gets me thinking if she controls her dreams so she makes those scenarios happen.

"I'll get going." I say and put the empty cup in the sink.

"Have a good day, sweetie." Mom says and kisses my cheek. "You too." I mumble and grab my backpack while heading out the door.

I get on the sidewalk and start walking to my bus stop. No one is ever at my bus stop nor on my bus. Which I'm happy about. I don't have to deal with anyone for now. The bus pulls up, I get in and sit in the front next to the bus driver. He gives me a tired smile and starts driving to school. We get there after a couple of minutes and he pulls the bus up at the entrance. I sigh and walk out. "Have a good day." I murmur to the driver. He nods and drives away once I stepped off the bus.

I get inside and there's already a lot of people. I take a deep breath and walk to my first class. English. I don't need to go to my locker since I have all the supplies for that class anyway. I get to the stairs but feel someone pull down my backpack making me fall backwards. I look up and see Kevin. He grins and runs up the stairs and disappears. I frown and start walking up the stairs. Once I got to the top, I walked to the hallway where the class is. Right before I was about to turn to get in the door, I feel a hand grip my arm and throw me into the lockers. I whimper and look to my left and see Chad laughing and walking off. I stand up rubbing my right arm. I get into class as the bell rings. I sit in my seat that's in the back and pull out my notebook and start drawing doodles.

"Class," Mr. Collins says, "we have a new student named Sonny. Everyone say hi." "Hi Sonny." Everyone groans. I stayed silent and kept doodling. "Sonny, how about you sit next to Will."

I shoot my head up as he said my name. There is no one sitting next to me I guess. When I look at the front of my room, I see a guy about my age. He's gorgeous. The most beautiful person I've ever seen. Next to the boy, Sonny I think, is a middle aged man. Probably his father. "Will, raise your hand." Mr. Collins says. I do so but Sonny never moved his head. The man guided Sonny to over the seat next to me. Sonny kept stumbling over backpacks. Can't he see? The man sets Sonny on the chair next to me and gets a chair for himself and sits next to Sonny. Sonny lays a hand on my arm. "Are you Will?" He asks with a smile.

I start to get butterflies in my stomach and a blush crawls onto my cheeks. I look at him and smile. "Yes, are you Sonny?" He nods. "Nice you meet you." His eyes were big and brown. They're so pretty. "Nice to meet you too." I smile and keep blushing. He never took his hand off my arm. The man looked at me and sighed. "Will, right?" He asks. I nod. "Let me speak to you in the hall, okay?" He stands up from his chair.

"Dad." Sonny quickly searches for his father with his hands and finally grabs his hand. "Must you do this now?" He whispered a bit upset. Do what? Have I done something wrong? What does his dad need to speak to me about? "Yes, Sonny. I probably should now." Sonny's father whispered back. "But I'll be alone." Sonny lets a tear fall and hit on the desk his was looking down at. I wanted to wipe away his tears but that would make me seem creepy. I don't want to seem like a creeper to a new person here. "Okay, I'll talk to him at lunch." His dad whispered and sat back down. Sonny smiled and scrambled his hands around and finally grabbed my right hand. I blushed deeply and held his hand.

"Is this your hand, Will?" Sonny whispered. How could he not know it's my hand? Can't he see? "Yes." I whisper back to him. "Good. Don't let go."