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CHAD POV

Saturday morning we all sat at the table quietly over my mother's breakfast. The main focus point was Sonny. The redness over her cheek went down but was now lightly rosy. The light purple bruise was no a full on dark bruise. She just sat with her hands in her lap and kept her eyes low. She looked like she was broken. Her eyes were red and puffy from her tears and she was silent like she lost her voice. Word's can't even go into detail about how angry I am. I can't even explain it. Why would her mother do that! I can't hit women so her mother is extremely safe but if her mom was a dude! All hell would break loose. My mother on the other hand treated Sonny like she was her daughter. Though she didn't know who hurt Sonny like that. My father didn't say anything because he was also upset. He likes Sonny. He thinks she is a 'very smart, well rounded, beautiful young lady'. The sound of the forks hitting the plates was the only sound made.

"Are you going to eat, sweetheart?" My mother asked her. Sonny only shook her head quietly "Do you want to talk to someone?" She shook her head again

"Sonny…" My father said softly "You have to talk… it's the only way we can help you" He said

"I'm not hungry…" Her voice was low and raspy. It killed me not to go over there and give Connie a piece of my mind

"Can you tell me why you showed up on my doorstep at three in the morning?" My mother asked softy. She took a light breath before breathing out her answer

"I got kicked out of my house" Her eyes never looked up. My father's eyebrows furrowed and his chewing slowed. He directed his eyes at me and quirked a brow. I nodded and laid my fork down silently

"Did you have a fight with your mother?" He inquired. "Your mother is the one that made your face all red, isn't she?" Sonny nodded. Seth dropped his fork and looked at me. I shook my head slowly at him and turned back to Sonny

"Your mother did this to you?" My mom exclaimed. Sonny made no sound or noise or made no expression. She just kept her eyes on the spot she was looking at. "Oh that just won't do" She put her fork on her plate and looked at Seth and I. "Sonny… go get dressed, honey" Sonny pushed her chair back and silently padded off to my room for her clothes. Once she was gone my mother shook her head "She's emotionally drained..."

"How long has this been going on Chad?" My father asked me. I thought back, way back to when I used to mess around with Chloe. The time she was hit in the parking lot.

"Since she's moved here, so around May… I think. Don't trust my word for it" I said

"That long, she's been putting up with that for nine months" My father scoffed. Oh my father's name is Jack by the way. My mother's name is Faith

"Mom…" Seth started "She has to stay here"

"Obviously. She can't live there anymore. I refuse to let her stay there. She can stay in the guest room from now on" Faith grabbed her and Sonny's full plate of cold food "You two go get dressed too. You and Seth help her get her clothes and I'll talk to her mother"

SONNY POV

I couldn't find my voice in this one. I wasn't able to hold conversations, my appetite is completely gone and I barely slept last night. Neither did Chad. I slept with my back toward him to hide my watery eyes but he would just wrap his arm around my waist and pull me close. He was really warm and gentle despite his muscular physique. I never thought she would break me down this bad. She made me feel like I actually was nothing. There was this constant lump in my throat and it wouldn't go away. It was getting harder to keep myself from going insane. I stepped into my boots and sat on his bed. I put my face in my hands in breathed deeply. There's nothing I can do at this point. It's just one silent motion at this point.

"Sonshine?" I heard Chad's voice behind me. I don't like who I am at this point. I hate everything about it.

"Yeah" I inhaled and wiped my eyes "I'm fine" I answered quickly.

"Define… 'fine'" He said. I twiddled the hem of my shirt and looked at the wall

"Neurotic, stupid, deviant, fucked up, dysfunctional" There's a million words I could use to define 'fine'. Good words aren't any of them

"Well, you aren't stupid or dysfunctional…" I felt the bed dip slightly from his weight. "You're definitely not neurotic or fucked up" His strong arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me toward him. "The only one you are is deviant and that's only a little bit" He pointed out. He leaned his chin on my shoulder and pushed my hair off my shoulder to whisper in my ear "You don't always have to be so strong, Sonny" He stated truthfully and softly "You have nothing to prove to me. You've shown me everything I've needed to see" He said sincerely "Silence isn't always the answer and it definitely doesn't benefit you in this situation…"

"Sonny… are you ready!" His mother yelled from downstairs. Chad released his arms and stood up. I heard him grab a pair of sneakers and drop it on the floor. He pulled a pair of shorts on over his boxers and a shirt on. He stepped into his sneakers and opened the door

"Come on" He gestured to the door. I stood up and walked out of the room. I stepped into the foyer where she was standing with car keys in her hand.

"It's best if you come live here with us so… we're going to your house to get some on your things" She opened the door and headed out towards the car. Seth was already in Chad's car waiting for us. His mother got in her separate car and followed behind us the whole way there. Chad told Seth how to get to my house as he drove. I sat in the backseat and kept quiet, my knees to my chest. About five minutes later we slowed to a stop in front of my house. I just stared out the window at it like it was the worst place in the world because it was. The sound of car doors closing shocked me a little. I manned up and opened my door, closing it after. I slowly walked up to the front door and stopped short at the steps

"All you have to do… is go upstairs and pack your clothes, Sonny" Seth said "Your mother isn't going to bother you" He patted my shoulder and rung the doorbell. I left my house keys but have my bike keys. Fucking great! I wiped my hands on my pants and waited nervously. I'm shaking on the inside. When she opened the door, she cut her eyes at me

"Why the fuck are you here? I told you I didn't want you in my house" She spat immediately.

"Go ahead, Sonny" His mother said. I hesitantly walked past her with Chad and Seth behind me. For the first time... I didn't respond to my mother's barks at me

FAITH POV

Sonny is an amazing young lady and for someone to hurt her killed me on the inside. That someone being her mother made it worse. It's very heartbreaking and malicious. Her mother and I are definitely talking no matter what. Sonny stood in front of her front door after ringing the bell and wiped her hands on her pants. My two boys stood behind her, then me on the last step. Her mother finally opened the door and glared at Sonny. Well, this woman isn't pleasant at all

"Why the fuck are you here? I told you I didn't want you in my house" She rudely stated. It was like Sonny was frozen. I don't think she could handle any more emotional trauma.

"Go ahead, Sonny" I gave her a boost. She walked past her mother along with Seth and Chad behind her. I stepped up to Ms. Monroe and held out my hand and introduced myself "Faith"

"Connie" She sneered and looked at my hand. I put it to my side and walked inside "Why are you here?"

"I'm here for Sonny…" I walked around the house casually and saw broken glass in the kitchen. I sucked my teeth and turned to face her.

"Sonny? Her name isn't Sonny, its Allison"

"If she'd rather be called Sonny then I'll call her, Sonny"

"Why?"

"Do you understand what child abuse is, Connie?" I asked

"She's not a child" Connie said, walking into the kitchen. I saw Seth out of the corner of my eye already bring one of her suitcases down the steps. He headed outside to put them in the car

"Oh?"

"She turned eighteen yesterday" She informed me, it's a shame that this happened on her birthday.

"Okay… do you know what assault is? Physical and Verbal" I tried again, making my way behind her. I could see fingernail marks in her face. It shows that Sonny fought back

"Yes, I am aware of it"

"Great" I deadpanned

"What's your point?" She sneered "The girls a bitch and did it to herself. She needed to be taught a fucking lesson" The gloves were coming off at this point. Sonny isn't even my daughter and I'm protective over her.

"What you did to that young lady was a poor excuse of a mother. I've never ever had a girl show up on my doorstep at three o clock in the morning with a battered and red face. Sonny is a beautiful young lady with a very big heart. Like other teenagers she goes through her rude fazes but snaps out of them quick when she's with someone who cares about her. You should be disgusted with yourself; calling your daughter out of her name and using vulgar phrases to refer to her. I expected you to be caring seeming as if her father died but I stand corrected" I stood my ground in her kitchen. She sat down on one of the stools on the other side of the counter "Now, she didn't deserve to be hit at all, no matter what she did. I believe in discipline, Connie. I do. I have a daughter and two sons who are well mannered and good kids. Your definition of discipline is completely different and should be known as assault. When you have a child you are supposed to love them unconditionally, whether you are married or a single parent"

"What the hell is your point, Faith? If you expected to come here and insult me, you're highly mistaking. Are you looking for my respect? Because this most certainly isn't the way to get it. Get to your point and get out of my house" Alright, I'll make this quick and calm

"I don't want your respect. I want you to respect your daughter. You are not on my good side, Connie. That is a bad thing. You have my minimal amount of respect and that's slowly wading itself away. You have to earn respect. You lost mine when you put a hand on that girl"

"Okay" I walked forward to get closer to her "Talk then"

"That child's face is red in pain and she's not talking nor is she eating. This is all because of the emotional and mental pain you've caused her. I will tell you this and when I say it I mean it. If you ever lay a hand on her again and she tells me that you had something to do with it, I will have you thrown in jail for assault. I will see to it personally that it happens and it will. I have many of colleagues in law enforcement, Connie, and they hate dealing with cases that involve young girls being hurt. You will apologize to her and she will stay with me and my family for the time being. Do you understand me?" I spoke sternly. She just snapped her jaw shut and breathed through her nose. I checked my nails briefly before looking up at her. I grew irritated as she didn't respond "Do you understand me?" I repeated with more fire. She ran her tongue on the inside of her bottom lip and eyed me down

"Yeah" She spat.

"Good" I pronounced harshly "A civilized short apology is going to be presented to her" I walked out of the kitchen and in front of the steps. "Sonny are you ready, sweetheart?" I called up to her. Chad came down with a large and small suit case in each of his hands and took it outside. Seth was waiting by the door, arms folded, leaning on the door frame. She came down the steps and stood behind me partially "Your mother has something to say to you" I stepped back and let her and her mother look each other in the face.

"Allison…" She looked at her daughter, softening her eyes "I'm sorry… for everything" Sonny pushed her hair back and glared at her mother. I stood near Seth and watched with him. Chad walked up next to me and watched also.

"You're sorry?" Her voice was still raspy from her crying last night when she knocked on the door

"Yes, I am" Sonny shook her head and shrugged

"I don't want your fucking sorry" She snapped and turned away from her mother. Seth snickered lowly next to me. She pushed passed me lightly and ran down the steps

"Have a nice day, Ms. Monroe" Chad said before leading us all out. Once the door closed we all walked down the steps to go back home but Sonny was standing by the garage door, punching in the code to make the door slide up. "How'd you get her to say sorry?" My youngest asked me. I grinned and tilted my head

"Your mother has her ways" I simply told him. The door began to go up slowly, quietly.

"What are we going to do with her bikes, mom?" He then questioned. Once the door was fully up and exhaled forcefully and shrugged

"Do you want to take these with you?" Stepping up to Sonny, I scanned my eyes over all the colors she had. She truly is different. She nodded and turned to me. "Seth call a tow truck for her bikes and have them bring it to our house. The bill is to be sent to our home also" I instructed my son to do the following. I walked back to the car and started it up. The last thing I saw was her walking into the garage and standing in front of all six of them. One of them is parked in front of my house.

SONNY POV

I zipped close my empty luggage bag and gently pushed it underneath the bed. I had nothing to say to my mother. I don't even want to see my mother. I could care less about what she does from this point on. I don't want her apologies; I don't want her in my life, hell I don't even want to look like her. I felt sick to my stomach most of the time because of stress and my eyelids felt heavier and heavier. I'd rather stay with Chad and his family than sleep in my own house. No matter how awkward it is. His mother happily took me in and rather me stay here. I don't know how she got my mother to apologize but it was a bit surprising and fake. I sat on the guest bedroom bed… or now known as Sonny's room and rubbed the well side of my face. My whole body was numb from everything. I closed my eyes and inhaled slowly. I don't know what to do anymore. I stood up blindly and walked around the bed. I slid down the wall and pulled my knees to my chest. I let out a few tears and sobbed into my hand. I held my hair back out of my face and cried silently. She's done it. She's broken me down into nothing. I choked on my sob and squeezed my eyes shut

"Allison…" A woman's voice ran through my head. It sounded like my mother's "You. Are. Nothing" I shook my head at the words. I'm going crazy "You are a selfish bitch" I stood up and found my way into the hallway. I lightly stepped into the bathroom, slowly breaking down even more. My thoughts weren't even my own. I stared at myself in the large mirror, bracing my hands on the counter "You're ungrateful" The voice spat. I squeezed my eyes shut and shook my head. I'm not ungrateful! "You're father was stupid. Just. Like. You" I breathed deeply and let out a forceful tremble "You're a liar, Allison" It taunted. My eyes welled up with even more tears

"I'm not a liar" I sighed

"So, why don't you let your boyfriend know the true reasons for those tattoos? They weren't for your dad, were they, Allison?" I sobbed harder. I wanted it out of my head. Now! I can't take it! "They're from your cutting, aren't they?" A river flow of tears made their way onto my shirt. I shook my head again and put my hands over my face "You're a slut" It was my mother's voice! That's what made it so much worse. I kept the secret for a reason

"I'm not a slut" I inhaled

"I should've gotten the abortion. You are Dead. To. Me" She hissed. I gripped my hair tightly in my hair, sobbing harder and harder until I couldn't see anymore. "Reach into the medicine cabinet…" She whispered "Have a relapse" It urged and urged. I don't want to do it. "No one would care if you did it… go deep across the road and feel the pain. Release yourself" It teased.

"Chad would care" I whispered. I wouldn't be able to hurt him. I couldn't even if I tried. My hysteric sobbing wasn't helping the situation

"He cares about getting your ass in bed, Allison" She coaxed "No one cares and no one loves" I opened my eyes and glared at myself "You are nothing but a selfish, worthless bitch" I opened the medicine cabinet and a pack of refillable men's razors. I hesitantly took it and opened it up. "I hate you" The sharp metal scared me and brought me to my past. Do I really want to go through that again? "Do it, Allison…" I pulled one out and carefully held the dangerous tip.

"That's not my name" A mumble presented itself. I inspected the razor one more in front of me. Don't do this Sonny! It was like the angel was on one shoulder and the devil was on the other.

"One long slit will make you feel better" I dropped it back in the bag and put the bag back into the medicine cabinets. I sniffled and ran the cold water in the sink. Cupping my hands, I splashed some on my face and turned the water off. I opened the bathroom door and sighed. I'm done

CHAD POV

I sat in the backyard with my mother in silence. I've changed big time. I truly, truly, truly, absolutely care. It's beyond caring. Seth and dad went to go get some lunch twenty minutes ago to bring home. I leaned back in my chair and exhaled forcefully. I ran my fingers through my hair and closed my eyes

"Thoughts?" My mother chimed

"Her mother is a bitch" I simply stated, opening my eyes into my mothers similar blue ones "Excuse my language"

"That's a true stated fact…" She tilted her head and looked at me "All your thoughts?"

"I'm in love with her and I can't stand to see her hurt"

"You love her? Is this a real thing or just a mindless thought? I mean, I've never heard you say you loved a girl"

"It's the real thing" I told her "She's never been this quiet and this distressed, mom. I don't know what to do" I'm out of words and don't know what to do to make her feel better. I have no idea how to make her even smile.

"She fought with her mother, Chad. I think it's going to take a little bit of time. When she fought with her mother, maybe something's were said that just made her give up"

"Give up? Sonny does give up, mom. She's a fighter…"

"Even a strong fighter gives up some times, Chad. Either her limit has reached or she's hit her breaking point. She might be tired of fighting" My mother responded "She's an eighteen year old girl" Eighteen? Sonny's seventeen "You can't fight so hard until you break"

"Eighteen...? Sonny's seventeen" I corrected her. She only shook her head and looked at the house

"Yesterday was her birthday" What! Why didn't she tell me? "You didn't know?"

"No, I didn't"

"Oh…" She raised both her eyebrows and pursed her lips "Don't badger her about it. She doesn't need to be pressed" I nodded in agreement

"How far is the breaking point?" I then asked her. She shrugged and twisted her mouth

"It depends on the girl. I'm guessing if Sonny has put up with Connie for nine months, she's had a long time period before she broke down and said enough"

"I don't know what to do, mom" I leaned on my elbow on the table and looked at her

"I don't know what to do either..."

"Well, don't you work with actors? Some more depressed than others. What would you do in this situation?"

"I don't think Sonny's depressed, Chad" She stated "She might just be tired of her mom, the fighting..."

"Right" I put in lowly. My phone buzzed twice in my pocket. I pulled it out and read the text message.

'I want to talk to you...' – SM

"I'll be... back" I stood up and slid the backyard door open. I walked through the kitchen and up the stairs. She was sitting on the guest bedroom bed, correction- her bed, pretzel style. I silently closed her door and sat on the bed, facing her

"R-Remember when I told you that the tattoos on my wrists were for my father?" She wasn't raspy anymore but her voice was still low and soft.

"Yeah..." I answered

"I lied" She looked up at me through her long wet eyelashes. I knitted my eyebrows together and chewed on the inside of my cheek "Months after he died things had gotten so bad between my mother and me. She wouldn't talk to me and would constantly go out at night. I had lost control of myself and resorted to..." No? Don't say what I think you're going to say "Cutting" She exhaled, letting a loose tear from her eyes "When I moved to Florida, I used to wear bracelets all the time until I concealed the scars with the tattoos"

"You tried to take your life?" I whispered sadly. She shook her head and exhaled

"I never went that deep" She clarified "It was the pain that made me feel better. It was like a release of stress when I did it" That's dark. "I thought… numbing the pain for a while would help but…" I would've never thought of Sonny hurting herself. "It only makes it worse when you finally feel it later" Maybe there are some things that you don't know about a person "I haven't thought about doing it and haven't been close to doing it..."

"That's good" I responded. She inhaled and shook her head in denial.

"Until today" Her eyes welled up in tears again

"Today? What do you mean today?" I questioned frantically "You almost did it again? Like a relapse?" She covered her face with her hands and dragged them down her face. Sonny doesn't wear any make up that's what makes her so beautiful "Tell me you didn't…" I croaked. She sobbed dryly and looked at me.

"No, I didn't" Oh thank god! I pulled her into my embrace and exhaled deeply. "I just thought I-I should tell you since… this happened" A relieved sigh escaped her lips. I'm taking all the disposable razors and refillables out the bathrooms and putting them away. For Sonny to tell me something like this changes everything…

"Is there anything else you want to tell me?" I mumbled into her hair. She sniffled and shook her head. She breathed into my chest slowly as I never let go of her. She lifted her head and wiped her eyes again. I cupped her face and leaned down slowly. She lightly pressed her lips to mine and wrapped her hands around my forearms. It was a silent and loving kiss. Nothing too fast and nothing to rough. It was just right.

"Who's got milkshakes? I got milkshakes!" Seth announced joyfully in the doorway "The best milkshakes in California to be more exact… and not the dirty kind" I closed my eyes and shook my head slightly. He sure knows how to lighten a mood. He's a twenty one year old big kid. He's my brother.

"Damnit, Seth" I grumbled. I felt Sonny smile against my lips and let out a small chuckle "Is that a smile I feel, Ms. Monroe?" She chuckled a little louder and kissed me again

"Seriously, come downstairs and get your food" He left the doorway and I heard him go down the stairs

"Are you gonna eat?" I inquired. She leaned back and I grinned "They went to South Street"

"Yeah… I'm hungry"

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