Chapter 6

A/N

Yay, I got reviewers on chapter 5:

TarrelYoukai

mosspath of riverclan O3O

Thank you sooo much, I actually thought I was doing a bad job since I got no more reviewers T-T. Thanks for making me realize that I make people sad with updating late, it makes me feel so happy

Spain: You are very mean….

Me: I'm a messed up, kind of perverted kid who always looks at things the wrong way, what did you expect?

Spain: ...

Oh, and Tarrel, the reason why Lovino refuses to tell his grandfather is because he doesn't want anyone to suspect that he loves his teacher. Yeah, Lovi is kind of messed up in my story.

Lovino: DON'T CALL ME THAT!

And mosspath, I LOVE Skillet too, but I actually prefer Three Days Grace a tiny bit more, I don't really know why.

Anyway, enjoy this chapter! (Or else I will doubt in my writing…)

Feliciano entered running at the sound of glass shattering. He ran up to see his grandfather in his knees begging Lovino to come out of his room. In Lovino's bathroom he hit his own reflection of the mirror. His knuckles bled as his tears seemed to try to heal them. He finally managed to stop his tears, but the hatred of what he was feeling was still there, and possibly will always be there. Now he had no idea what he was going to say, he made a complete scandal; he felt like an idiot. He couldn't be here. Not in this room, not in this house, not in this block. He opened the window and looked down. It wasn't so far down when you come to think of it. There was a tree right next to his room that kept on annoying him. He climbed to that tree using one of its branches and landed safely at his feet. He saw that his brother left the door open of his car and his back pack fell to the ground. He ran and picked it up as he ran somewhere where only he knew it was safe, or felt like it.

Antonio limped towards his apartment. He slowly opened the door wiping away the blood from his forehead. He almost killed Emir, but…he couldn't. As much as Jackson tried to push him into killing him, in that moment he could almost see two little girls in his eyes, but mostly, he saw his reflection. He couldn't let his anger gain on him once again, he couldn't end another life. Another life that was so similar to his father's. Instead he took out the gun that Daan handed to him before and pointed it to the crowd as he ran away. Jackson almost got a hold of him so he had to shoot him in the leg. Everyone stared; they still thought he was one of his, never though that Antonio left. He ran away until his foot got the best of him causing him to fall down. A woman helped him up, but he limped all the way. Slowly he opened the door to find a blond sitting on his couch.

"Emma?"

"Antonio?"

She stood up and hugged him tightly hurting him a bit. Then she looked at him and slapped him across the face. He groaned in pain.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Toni? You could've gotten yourself killed. And that gun thing? What the heck? Now they're only going to go after you, and not only Jackson, but the rest of the gangs as well now that they now you're free."

Antonio ignored her and hugged her back pushing away the evident pain.

"W-why are you here? Does Daan know?"

"That I'm here? No, had to come and slap you first. Who was that boy? The one tied up, everyone was asking that themselves that."

"His name is Lovino, he's one of my students, and, how do you know all this?"

"I got lost walking around until I saw a bunch of familiar people in a giant mob."

He sighed as Emma slowly checked his wounds like before. After that Emma called up Daan asking him to come. It didn't take him much time to get in. This was good, but the fact that they were together again, and that they were going to need each other, it was worrying.

Lovino got to school the next day even if he didn't get home the day before. He imagined that his brother might flip on him if he sees him. He skipped about one class he had with him and avoided pretty much everyone by putting on his black hoodie he kept in his backpack. He slept in a park where his father used to take him. He never like that park, but it was the only memory he had from his parents that left to some stupid trip. He never hated his parents more for some reason. He woke up early to avoid little kids. He had last period with Feli so he thought about skipping that class, but he needed to talk with Antonio, he needed an explanation. His brother wasn't in the classroom, and neither was Antonio, and for a second he thought that his brother didn't go to school, but later saw that he was sitting , but his eyes were red, as if he were crying.

"Excuse me."

He turned around and saw a short lady with her hair tied behind her in a ponytail. Before she could speak he spoke first.

"Where is Antonio?"

"Mr. Hernandez? He called in sick today, I'm the substitute."

He ran off. She called after him, but he ignored him. He took a step outside and jerked as he saw someone reach for his elbow. It was the blond man from the day before.

"You're looking for Antonio, aren't you?"

"You're a dick following me around, aren't you?"

"Look, he supposed you might've wanted to talk to him about what happened to you yesterday so he asked me to get you, so do you want to come are not?"

A/N

Hello my fellow readers,

God, this one was boring! Sorry, but I felt like I had to stop it here, to make up for it I am still going to maintain my deal that if you review Spain will answer one question

Spain: …No one is going to review, get over it

Me: NEVER!

Anyway, next chapter I'll try not to make as boring as this, it might even get interesting. SONG RELATIONS! (yes, I got bored and guilty so I came up with these relation of moods between songs and characters again in my FF)

Antonio with Jackson: Just like you- three days Grace

Antonio with Lovino: Time of dying- Three days Grace

Lovino with his parents: I hate everything about you- Three Days Grace

Antonio with Daan: Break- Three Days Grace

Feliciano: Unwanted- Avril Lavigne

Jackson: Don't mess with me-temposhark

Grandfather: over and over- Three Days Grace

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