Just warning you, this is a VERY short chapter, so please don't say it's too short in the reviews. Thanks!
Disclaimer: I don't own MR. That honor is reserved for JP.
Jeb and I's "secret rendezvous" continued like this for a week, until one day there was a lot of wind, and my shirt lifted up to my stomach. When Jeb saw all the bruises and scars, he was speechless.
"Who did this?" He solemnly asked.
Since there was no use lying, I answered truthfully. "My father, Aaron."
"Well, Max, I'm going to help you, and I don't care what you say." He said.
And this time, I didn't refuse.
See, like I said, very short. Don't hate me!
-ACCflock ;)