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Alan takes deep breaths. He felt tired from carrying Cheyenne.

"Are you alright, Alan?" Samuel asks.

"I'm fine. Just trying to catch my breath."

"Oh."

"Well, at least it's the last hill we have to climb, for now," says Tamryn.

"Agreed," Samuel and Cheyenne add.

Trent simply nods.

"Do not get too comfortable, Children," Botain warns, "we still have a great distance to go."

All five of them groan.

"Come," says Xain, "we need to continue moving if we are to arrive at Aslan's camp before Korin catches up to us."

They all carefully make their way to the bottom of the hill. Alan makes sure Cheyenne is alright once down at the bottom of the hill.

"I'm fine, Alan."

"Good."

They continue walking for another two hours.

"Alright," says Trian, "now, it is time to stop for the night, but we must remain careful."

All of them nod and sit down. Alan stays close to Cheyenne to protect her if necessary. The children immediately falls asleep. Trent kept waking up, thinking about his father's cruelty. He can still feel the bruises that resulted from his father hitting him and shoving him into things. He takes out his flashlight, takes off his shirt, and looks at the bandage on his left arm. It had be cut. It happened last night, during a fight between the two.

*Trent's father Tyson was eating a steak and drinking a beer, while Trent was eating a grilled cheese sandwich and drinking a Coke.

"Look at you! You're skinny, pale, and eating like vegan."

"So? I can eat what I want. It's my body, and it's my life."

"Boy, don't talk to me like that!"

"Why do you care? You're never home! You hate me! You're always leaving me alone to fend for myself and get as far away from me as possible! Why do you even bother to stay here!"

"Why you ungrateful, little-"

"SHUT UP! Just shut up! I know what you're going to say. You call me the same thing every time you get drunk or mad. Don't even waste your breath on me!"

At that, Tyson grabs the knife he uses to cut his steak, grabs Trent's arm roughly and cuts it. He then shoves him into the wall, knocking him unconscious. When he came to, he looks at his arm. He cleans it and wraps it in a bandage.*

He was grateful it was too cold for short sleeves back in Vancouver.

"Trent?"

He jumps, hearing Alan's voice.

"Yeah, Alan?"

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine."

"Why do you have your shirt off?"

"I was hot."

Alan sees Trent's flashlight flashing on his arm and notices the bandage.

"What happened?"

"It's nothing."

"What are you talking about? That's definitely something."

Trent sighs.

"My dad and I got into a fight, and he cut me with a steak knife before pushing me against the wall."

"That's terrible. Did you tell the police?"

"No. Why bother?"

"What do you mean 'why bother?' Trent, that's abuse. For crying out loud, he could've killed you."

"No one would believe me."

"You're protecting your father by not reporting it."

"I don't want to talk about this anymore."

"Fine, but at least think about it."

Alan goes back to sleep. Trent thinks about what Alan says before putting his shirt back on and going back to sleep.

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