Oliver's POV
I slammed my bedroom door shut behind me, the walls of my room shook with the impact while the shouting from downstairs subsided. I instantly kneeled on my bed, grabbing a tight fistful of my curtains before pulling them closed leaving my room to be left in darkness, the only light source being the small bedside lamp, it's light fading to a dim yellow. I sat on my bed with my head in my hands, my legs hanging over the edge as I tried to calm my ragged breaths. I tried to have control over my thought but they were spiralling out of my control.

I couldn't believe I left Emily down with them. Of course, once again, I was only thinking of myself. How could I have been so stupid to stop taking my medication just because I thought it could be different this time?

I thought Emily could help me...change the way I am.

I was wrong.

Now I've only made things worse for myself.

I bit at my bottom lip; my jaw already clenched shut as I ran my fingers through my hair, pulling at the ends in frustration.

It was all his fault. He was the reason I ended up like this, my so-called father. I wanted to hurt him, punch the disgusting grin off his face I remembered so vividly as he would beat me up. I wouldn't stop until he had felt the pain he caused me...until he gets what he deserves. All of his drunken nights would be taken out on me, every single one of them. I wasn't good enough to be his son, he didn't even want another.
He treasured Connor and he hated me. I wasn't good enough for him, I wasn't a perfect child, I wasn't his child...I was an orphan. To him, that means I was seen as a weakling, someone who didn't belong, a punching bag.

I could have left. I could have run away. I considered it every day before he would come home. If I did leave I would have nowhere to go. Being on the run as a kid wouldn't get me very far until the police would get involved. If I explained my situation I would be a phone call away from ending up back in the foster system. There was no way I could go through that again. I wasn't sure how Emily had done it for so many years. All her life she's been in and out of the foster system probably having to put up with people like my father. I thought that was how we got along so well. We understood each other, we both knew what it is like even if I knew the truth and she didn't. I didn't want her to leave; I didn't want her to leave me here with these people. I would rather go with her. She's the closest thing to family that I've ever had.

The sound of footsteps approaching my door instantly made me lift my head as I stood from my bed.

It can't be him...

The door creaked open slowly and I curled my fists.

"What do you want?!" I shouted but as the door opened completely I found Emily standing in the doorway, her face paled at my outburst.

My expression softened but my eyes remained sharp and alert. Inside I felt heavy regret sitting in the pits of my stomach but I could help the rage I was holding back. I didn't want Emily to see me like this.

"I'm sorry," I managed to make out through gritted teeth as I sat at the edge of my bed, "I thought you were someone else."

"Oliver it's okay," Emily reassured me.

I noticed her words were spoken with caution, not sounding like her usual self.

"It's not your fault. You have every right to be angry after what he said." Emily said as she sat beside me on the bed.

I know she is just trying to help but I couldn't help but feel more agitated.

The silence filled my small room as I tried to calm myself down. It's not her fault, she doesn't know. I need to tell her, she needs to fear it from me.

I stared down at the wooden floorboards, my thoughts clouded I tried to think of how I was going to explain this to her.

"Emily, I have something to tell you," I said quietly, my fists curling tightly as the words left my mouth, "I know I should have told you earlier but I didn't know how," I tried to explain. I swallowed the lump in my throat and forced myself to continue but she spoke up before I could.

"It's okay, I already know. Connor told me."

My breath hitched and my eyes widened. An instant burn could be felt rising through my body as my heart increased by the second. I felt like a part of me had been betrayed, something I thought we shared between us had been torn apart as if it weren't there in the first place. It caused something to switch, as all the anger I've been trying to hold back had suddenly been released.

"Connor!" I yelled loudly as I stood from the bed.

Her face fell as she knew she had made a mistake. "Yes but-"

"Stop talking!" I shot back, cutting her off.

I didn't care what she had to say anymore. She went to that prick! The one person who made fun of me for having this thing in the first place!

"I-I only wanted to help," Her voice was quiet, her eyes pleading as she stood from my bed.

I scoffed, "Help?"

"Did you seriously think you were helping me!?" I snapped at her.

Her face was pale, her hazel eyes glazed as I could see tears building in her eyes. Her feet slowly backed up towards the wall as she moved away from me.

"Mike was right. You don't belong here." I said coldly as I looked her in the eyes.

There was nothing said between us, the small room was quiet and the shouting from downstairs had stopped too. All I could hear was my uncontrolled breaths.

"W-What?" Emily stuttered her voice barely coming out in a faint whisper as tears began falling from her eyes and running down her cheeks.

Emily POV
I thought I had misheard him, I wanted to mishear him but I know what he said was the truth and he meant it.
How could he say that?

"You don't belong here..."

Those words kept repeating in my head as hot tears I was trying so desperately to hold back began running down my face.

"Please, just get out," Oliver said as he turned to face his back to me.

This can't be happening. I can't go through this again.

When I realised he had no intention of changing his mind I turned to the door, my legs stiff as I tried to make my way out of his room. I didn't look back, instead, I shakily made my way down the hall and slowly down the stairs. My head was spinning even though I walked down the stairs as slowly as I could while tears blurred my eyes as I reached the last steps. I didn't have to blink for them to continue rolling down my cheeks.

I hesitantly let go of the staircase not sure of what I should do now until I turned to Connor's door. He warned me and I didn't listen to him. I should have left Oliver alone; I should have waited as Connor said. I should have waited until Oliver was ready to tell me. Now I've ruined everything...now Oliver hates me.

Connor's door suddenly opened and his face fell once he noticed the state I was in.

"Emily, what happened?"

I wiped my eyes but it was no use as tears only fell from my eyes again.

"Y-You were right, I-I should have waited."

Connor walked up to me and pulled me into his chest. I wasn't sure how to react so I only stood still as I let Connor hug me.

"Come on," he said, as he untangled his arms from around me as he walked into his room. "You just need to give him some time."

I finally found the stiffness ease from my legs as I followed Connor and sat beside him on his bed.

"Oliver hates me now, I've ruined everything."

"It's not your fault, it's just the way he is," Connor said rather dismissively before turning to me.

"Please don't cry, you're making those beautiful eyes turn red." I was surprised at his sudden change of attitude and I couldn't help but feel my cheeks redden out of embarrassment. Connor seemed to have taken my response in an entirely different way as he caught me off guard by suddenly leaning in towards me, his gaze on my lips. I didn't have time to react or process what was happening but I knew didn't want this.

When I pulled away I heard him exhale frustratedly. It was a long enough hug before and the fact that he had tried to kiss me made me feel even more awkward and uncomfortable. I was about to push him away when I felt his hands trailing up my shirt. He was trying to take it off. My eyes widened once I finally realised the situation I was putting myself in and I moved away from him but before I could I felt a strong grip hold my arm back.

"Let go of me," I said sternly, my eyes narrowing as I noticed a smirk curling through his lips.

"Oh come on Cupcake, don't tell me you didn't like what just happened."

Cupcake?

Then it hit me, like a ton of bricks.

"You never changed!" I snapped at him. "This was what you wanted!"

This only made him laugh.

"You made it so easy," Connor said, all sympathy leaving him. I wasn't even sure it was there in the first place.

"Why would you do this to me?" I asked quietly, tears starting to build up again, "Why would you do this to Oliver!"

"Simple," Connor said as he stood up and walked over to me which only made me back up the door.

"Oliver liked you and so did I. I got rid of the problem and then you came to me." He said casually.

"You're sick!" I spat. "I can't believe you would do that to your own brother!"

He kept moving closer to me until he towered over me.

"See that's the thing, he's not my brother," Connor said through gritted teeth, his eyes burning with hatred. "And you're not my sister."

There were enough things running through my mind but staying here was definitely not one of them. There's no way I'm going back into the foster system and there is no way in hell that I'm staying here. I felt Connor lightly grabbing hold of my wrist but I pulled it away instantly.

"Don't touch me!" I shouted at him.

Looking up at his face I could only see the grin that remained. It only ruled my building rage. There is no way I'm letting him get away with what just happened, not after what he has done to Oliver for all these years. My fists tightened as I threw a punch straight at his nose hearing a satisfying snap. His head swung back with the impact and he fell backward to the floor, immediately holding his nose, his face scrunched with pain after registering what had happened. He's not going to take me for a girl who slaps a guy. I've been through enough in my life to know how to protect myself from creeps like him. Punching Connor in the face was the bare minimum of what he truly deserved.

"You know you're a lot dumber than you look." I spat looking down at him like he had to me. Blood began to drip over his hand and stain his skin. Connor's blood-covered face soon changed to a look of complete anger as he quietly stood to his feet. I reacted the only way I thought I could. I ran.

I pushed past the front door and ran through the front yard into the cold darkness of the street. I heard Connor yelling in the distance but kept I running, never daring to look back. I ran as fast as my legs could take me ignoring the cold air that was like ice against my skin.

As Connor's voice could no longer be heard and I was sure I had made far enough to know he couldn't find me I slowed down my face, my lungs instantly heaving as I tried to control my unsteady breaths. While walking off the pins and needles I noticed the night had become more silent than what it already was. I glanced up at the full moon and sighed as I continued down the long, never-ending street. The thumping of my own heartbeat had left my ears and was now replaced with my own footsteps that hit the pavement of the road.

It wasn't long before I felt like someone was watching me.

Maybe it was Connor?

I neglected my thoughts knowing I had outrun that asshole before he could even start to follow me.

I looked over my shoulder only to be faced with the deserted quiet street. Once I turned back around a gust of wind had suddenly picked up on the lifeless street causing uncontrollable shivers to move along my skin. The cold blast of air hit my body before leaving in a second, the street returning back to its silent state.

I shook my head ignoring the questions forming in my head as I rubbed my arms over my long-sleeved shirt in an attempt to get warm but there was no chance given the time of night. It was freezing now that my body had cooled down from running which only left my jaw to tighten while my teeth began chattering away.

Even though my eyes have had enough time to adjust, it was getting harder to see even with the dim street lights that stood on either side of the road. I didn't think about a plan of what to do after I had run away. I had no money to afford to go anywhere and the only places I knew how to get to was the local school, a few shops and a park down the block. All of which was not an option. Calling the police would only send me back in the foster system and there was no way I was taking that option. I kept glancing down the street thinking someone was following me and this darkness wasn't helping.

I scoffed at my own desperate and helpless state. Once again, Emily Walker is alone and has nowhere to go! This has got to be a new record. The number of times I've been in and out of the foster system with families that have either hated me or didn't want to care for me made me think...what on earth did I do for my parents to give me up?

Everyone rambles on about second chances but what's the point in second chances if you weren't given one in the first place?

For the first time in my life, I have never felt more alone. It was a thought I had tried to ignore since I was little, I couldn't dare say it out loud for I know I would lose all hope in myself that I had left. But my thoughts spoke louder than words. Perhaps it was time to consider that I might be...lost.

Once again a sudden gust of wind rushed past me, only this time it was much stronger than the last as I felt myself standing back almost out of balance. Just when I thought it would be over with, a firm grip tightened around my wrists, my stomach sinking a moment later as I was lifted from the ground. I was too afraid to see the ground getting further away to scream for help. But little did I know there was something far scarier that had taken hold of me.

A creature, mirroring the one I saw in my dream, a figure I couldn't forget since had finally become a terrifying reality. There flying above me was the merely outlined silhouette of a man; his figure clear as the night sky in his see-through skin, while the eyes, as entrancing as they were, set a golden yellow pair, round as the moon itself as they stared down at me.