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Chapter 3

We walked for what seemed like hours until we finally came across a hotel, only problem was that I didn't have my purse and John had no money on him. I was trying to think of what else we could do, where we could stay when I remembered that it was Saturday night and that my dad would usually go out to some bar and not come back until late Sunday night maybe even Monday morning. The problem was that he might have passed out before he left but we could still try.

"John, we could go to my house I don't think that my parents are home. I mean my mom left and I don't think she is coming back and my dad…well hopefully he didn't pass out before he usually goes to the bar and picks up girls and what not. He doesn't usually come back until Sunday night early Monday morning at the latest"

I noticed that John was thinking over the situation. Then he looked at me nodded and said lets try it.

Now after walking half way across town again, my house came into view and no lights were on at the moment.

"John do you know what time it is?" I asked him very quietly as if not to wake up the neighbors or something weird like that.

"Yea its 12:30…wait are your parents asleep at this time or something?" he asked quite surprised at the thought that my parents would be asleep.

"No before this whole ordeal they are usually out at parties until early Sunday morning I mean I never woke up to them awake or even home for that matter" I said quickly.

He shrugged and I opened the front door, which wasn't locked, which I was taking as a good sign at the moment and motioned for him to follow me inside. I told him not to move and went to go find a flashlight. After stumbling a bit I found the kitchen, the cupboard with the flashlight, grabbed two and went back to John. Together we searched my house for any type of being that might be present in it at the moment but no one was home and I thanked ever god for it, for small miracles.

I turned on the lights and locked all the doors in the house and motioned for John to sit down in the living room with me.

"So are you um hungry, uh thirsty, um or whatever?" I asked trying to play hostess, which wasn't working out for me at all.

"Of course I am what will be served this pleasant morning Claire" he replied with that signature smirk which I was coming to know all to well.

"Whatever you want, water, water and more water and what ever leftovers there might be in our giant refrigerator which is never stocked with food" I smiled after my comment because the smirk disappeared and was replaced with a scowl.

"Ahh I see, well I didn't want anything anyways." He said.

We sat there for a while in comfortable silence, hell who am I kidding it wasn't comfortable silence it was torture because we both knew the topic of what happened earlier would come up again. So I decided to end the suspense and bring it up.

"John are you angry about what happened earlier?" I asked quietly afraid to hear the answer.

"No I'm not I mean I guess that none of us really put it into perspective of how bad your home life could be I mean it seemed like you had everything, you are a princess after all." He said looking at his hands.

"Well for the record I really am glad that you found me otherwise, otherwise I would have killed myself. You saved me and for that I owe you so much more than I think I could ever give." After I had said that I noticed he was staring at me and I smiled, I mean genuinely smiled at him and he smiled back. He looked as though he were in shock though I guess not many people were ever in dept to him or something.

The next thing I knew I sat down next to him and laid my head on his shoulder and at first he stiffened then he relaxed and put an arm around me and we sat there for a while enjoying each others presence until he started speaking.

"The reason why I was out there tonight was because I usually stay out there until about two when I am sure that my dad has passed out. You see my dad usually comes home drunk as hell then drinks even more and then everything goes downhill from there. He beats my mom first and when he's done with her he comes upstairs to get me. I don't stand up to him Claire I can't ever since I was a little kid I was always afraid of him, something inside me just just I can't even explain its like I freeze and watch myself defenselessly get beaten. I mean I can't beat him down to the ground or anything and I can't kill him either I mean its strange but when he comes to beat me I just curl up in my defensive ball and wait for it to stop. I am a coward with a tough guy façade." He said and if you looked close enough you could see the tears pricking at his eyes.

I turned myself and hugged him tightly and he started crying in m shoulder saying how fucking cowardly he was and that maybe if he did something him and his mom wouldn't be in this position right now. He let it out and I smiled because the fact that he told me that meant that he trusted me and truly saw me as a friend and that we were getting closer. After a while he stopped and just held me and I was very comfortable until I realized that we should at least go into my room so if my dad just happens to come home nothing bad would happen.

"John I think we should go upstairs you know just in case my dad comes home." I said softly and I felt him nod.

I grabbed his hand and led him up the monster stairs and down the corridor to my room and then I locked the door behind me just in case. We laid down on the bed together and fell asleep in each others arms holding each other very closely as our last thoughts were "wouldn't it be nice if we could be like this forever" as rain started up again outside we both fell into a comfortable sleep.

Author's note: OK yea um that was chapter 3! Thank you to all those who have reviewed so far I truly appreciate it more than you can imagine. Thank you to all those who have read my story thus far and I hope that you continue to read and I hope you like it! Please review !

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