Fulton's Pov
Kory and Emma left and Portman and me were just sitting there. He glances up at me before speaking.
"Did you ever found out whether your dad was cheating or not." He asks cautiously. He knows I don't like talking about my parents that often. I shake my head.
"Nope, even better, my mom did. I was in my bedroom and when she walked in the house they were making out. They got in a fight. He got drunk and came to pay me a visit." I told him trailing off, sadly. Portman noticed.
"He didn't, not again!" Portman said standing up. I didn't answer him. I didn't need his pity.
"Dude, Tell me right now. If you don't I'll tell every single duck in the facility." He threatens. He knows I'd rather keep my home life to myself. The only people at Eden Hall who know about my home life are Emma because she lived next door and Portman. Charlie kind of had an idea but didn't know the half.
"Yes. Yes he did hit me again but it doesn't matter because I'm immune to it buy now." I tell him. I stand up to leave but Portman stopped me.
"Sit!" He demands, pointing to my bed. I don't. Instead I stubbornly open the door. He comes up behind me and slams it shut. I glare at him. He looks at me with a small grin.
"You already forgot I'm stronger. Are you sure it was an academic scholarship?" He asks jokingly. I stand there waiting for him to remove his hand so I can leave. He grabs me by the shoulders and pushes me down onto my bed.
"Spill." He instructs seriously. I look at him questionably.
"I want to know where he hit you and how bad." He tells me.
"I don't need you feeling sorry for me." I tell him pushing him back. He stumbles and falls onto his bed. Triumphantly, I stand up and walk out the door. I know he won't follow me, I also know I'll hear it when I get back. I'm not worried about that right now though. I sit down on the bench out side and closed my eyes; relaxing as best I can on a stiff wooden bench. I didn't notice when Emma sat next to me.
"Fult, you ok?" She asked, softly. Emily isn't really bad unless she's hyper or if she feels herself, her friends or her friendship with some one is threatened. Which is why she honestly doesn't like Portman.
"Nothing. Just a few.Family issues." I tell her wording it carefully. She nods understandingly.
"Anything else?" She asked as if it were no big deal. She knows I don't like talking about it.
"A fight with Portman that's about it." I tell her. She jumps up.
"If her even so much as tapped you I will kill him." She tells me angrily. At this time Kory comes to us.
"Hello." She says. Then notices Emma's angry expression.
"What's up?" She asks.
"Portman got in a fight with Fulton. Fulton hasn't told me, but if Portman touched Him I will kill that Chicago Bastard!" Emily roars. Kory grabs her hand.
"Emma," She starts calmly. "Portman and Fulton are best friends. I doubt they would do anything that MIGHT even harm the other." Kory tells her. Thank you Kory for the guilt trip.
"Portman didn't touch me. I pushed him, he stumbled and fell onto his bed." I tell them slightly ashamed.
"Is he ok?" Kory asked, immediately.
"I don't know. I left the room after I did it." I tell her. We all stand there quietly.
"I guess I'd better go see." I say before leaving.
"We're coming too!" Emma told me as she pulled Kory with her. We walked up the stairs and into our room. Portman was staring at me when I walked in. I show no emotion while Emma glares. Kory seems just a little awkward with her never fade smile.
"Hi." Kory tells him as she steps into the room.
"Hey." He replies. I sit on my bed.
"We're going to go, now." Kory says, pulling Emma out of the tension filled room.
Kory and Emma left and Portman and me were just sitting there. He glances up at me before speaking.
"Did you ever found out whether your dad was cheating or not." He asks cautiously. He knows I don't like talking about my parents that often. I shake my head.
"Nope, even better, my mom did. I was in my bedroom and when she walked in the house they were making out. They got in a fight. He got drunk and came to pay me a visit." I told him trailing off, sadly. Portman noticed.
"He didn't, not again!" Portman said standing up. I didn't answer him. I didn't need his pity.
"Dude, Tell me right now. If you don't I'll tell every single duck in the facility." He threatens. He knows I'd rather keep my home life to myself. The only people at Eden Hall who know about my home life are Emma because she lived next door and Portman. Charlie kind of had an idea but didn't know the half.
"Yes. Yes he did hit me again but it doesn't matter because I'm immune to it buy now." I tell him. I stand up to leave but Portman stopped me.
"Sit!" He demands, pointing to my bed. I don't. Instead I stubbornly open the door. He comes up behind me and slams it shut. I glare at him. He looks at me with a small grin.
"You already forgot I'm stronger. Are you sure it was an academic scholarship?" He asks jokingly. I stand there waiting for him to remove his hand so I can leave. He grabs me by the shoulders and pushes me down onto my bed.
"Spill." He instructs seriously. I look at him questionably.
"I want to know where he hit you and how bad." He tells me.
"I don't need you feeling sorry for me." I tell him pushing him back. He stumbles and falls onto his bed. Triumphantly, I stand up and walk out the door. I know he won't follow me, I also know I'll hear it when I get back. I'm not worried about that right now though. I sit down on the bench out side and closed my eyes; relaxing as best I can on a stiff wooden bench. I didn't notice when Emma sat next to me.
"Fult, you ok?" She asked, softly. Emily isn't really bad unless she's hyper or if she feels herself, her friends or her friendship with some one is threatened. Which is why she honestly doesn't like Portman.
"Nothing. Just a few.Family issues." I tell her wording it carefully. She nods understandingly.
"Anything else?" She asked as if it were no big deal. She knows I don't like talking about it.
"A fight with Portman that's about it." I tell her. She jumps up.
"If her even so much as tapped you I will kill him." She tells me angrily. At this time Kory comes to us.
"Hello." She says. Then notices Emma's angry expression.
"What's up?" She asks.
"Portman got in a fight with Fulton. Fulton hasn't told me, but if Portman touched Him I will kill that Chicago Bastard!" Emily roars. Kory grabs her hand.
"Emma," She starts calmly. "Portman and Fulton are best friends. I doubt they would do anything that MIGHT even harm the other." Kory tells her. Thank you Kory for the guilt trip.
"Portman didn't touch me. I pushed him, he stumbled and fell onto his bed." I tell them slightly ashamed.
"Is he ok?" Kory asked, immediately.
"I don't know. I left the room after I did it." I tell her. We all stand there quietly.
"I guess I'd better go see." I say before leaving.
"We're coming too!" Emma told me as she pulled Kory with her. We walked up the stairs and into our room. Portman was staring at me when I walked in. I show no emotion while Emma glares. Kory seems just a little awkward with her never fade smile.
"Hi." Kory tells him as she steps into the room.
"Hey." He replies. I sit on my bed.
"We're going to go, now." Kory says, pulling Emma out of the tension filled room.