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The air was cold and crisp when he stepped out into the morning air. He peered across the street to addisons house and scoffed when he saw Marks car in the driveway. " Ass!" he thought to himself before starting back home to put on fresh clothes.
He reached the porch of the house he hadnt called home in about eight years and eased the door open as not to disturbe his most likely drunk ass father, even at 7 in the morning.
No such luck.
"Damnit! I told you not to come back! Get out of my fucking house right now you son of a Bitch!" he spat at derek before rising from the couch unsteadily and throwing his beer bottle at him.
Derek jumped away from the flying bottle as his fater stepped closer and closer to him.
Derek wasnt quick enough to dodge the first blow as He raised his hand and clipped him along the face and drew his hand back with a grin spreading across his face.
"Almost as good as hitting that Bitch of a mother you've got."
Dereks nostrils flared and without even thinking he lept at His throat and held him tight while his father turned a deep shade of purple.
His father reached to the nearest chair leg and overturned it on derek. the grip on his neck loosened and it was all he needed to flip over and stand quickly.
He looked down to derek on the floor before kicking him without pause again and again.He reached down and lifted derek by the shirt coller. When derek was standing on his feet again He punched him in the gut and kicked him down again.
Derek felt his knee's give way beneath him and moaned loudly in pain before the world went completely black.
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Meredith walked into the wide front doors of her highschool ready to work for another week before school let out for spring break.
She strode down the hallway and waved to her friends as she went. At her locker she was cornered by Cristina Yang-her person.
"Where were you the other night? We were supposed to go out remember?" Cristina asked before opening her own locker and throwing her books into it.
" Oh shit! I completely forgot about that! Derek came over and needed a place to stay...Did i tell you that he is being a complete Ass right now."
"No what did he do this time?"
"Well, i gave him a place to stay and he couldnt even have the decency to tell me why he needed it. Where is he anyways?"
"Who cares it's Marks job to know those things. I'll see you after class ok." Cristina said before walking not in the direction of her next class, but to Burkes locker.
Meredith sighed and walked toward the lunchroom, hoping to at least eat a donut before the bell rang.
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Derek finished tucking in the tail of medical wrap that he had twisted around his torso in a sad attempt to secure what he knew was at least on if not more broken rib. He stepped back from the mirror and examined his body. He looked at his arms and decided that a long sleeve shirt was needed to cover the obvious bruising and cuts and if he wore a hat the gash along his forehead wouldnt be quite as visible.
He pulled the shirt over his head wincing at the horrible pain it brought and slowly pulled his arms through and slid it down over his chest.
He couldnt remember what had happened exactly. Just coming home from Merediths and then waking up in the damp cold celler some hours later. When he had tried to open the door it was locked so he crawled out of the sewer grate as he had learned the first summer after The Split. The moon and stars gave him light back to his house and he slipped in quietly without waking Him.
Derek peeked his head around the corner of his bedroom door and saw Him, sprawled on the couch with a bottle of scotch in his hand. He grabed his bag and snuck out the front door without a sound before bolting to his car and speeding off.
He was allready two hours late and he didnt kow if he could take a lot of anything today. His chest was aching and going to a hospital would mean the slight chance of seeing his father and emmbarrissing him by the comlpaint of "a little pain" which was a risk he wasnt willing to take.
The glass shattered in a splash of shards somewhere above his head as he dove for the safety of his room only hours after his mom and sisters had left to go "shopping" for the last time.
Footsteps pounded heavy behind him as what had once been his dad followed him to the doorway of his bedroom. Derek shut and locked the door only seconds before it splintered by the hinges and crashed inwards.
HIS huge hand reached to derek and pulled him up by his small neck.
Derek kicked and bit trying to claw his way out of the grip but He only tightened his hand and shook him from side to side making his head light and the world around him swim in circles.
Before he could regester what was happening he was sprawled on the floor of the celler and blood spilled from his head. Slowly the darkness crept over him and the pain of it all washed away into the deep dream of unconsiousness.
Maybe things would never change
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"Mr. Shepherd you are late. Do you have a pass from the office?" His third block teacher asked him the second he tried to slip into a seat at the back of the room.
"umm no, Mrs. Shecker. Sorry." He replied as he squeezed into his seat.
"Start your assignment and see me after class." She said before turning to the blackboard and scribbling fiercely.
"Yes ma'am." He said before lowering his eyes to the textbook infront of him and falling away into his schoolwork.
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"Mr. Shepherd! What has gotten into you?"
"Nothing Mrs. Shecker. I just forgot to set the alarm this morning, thats all." Derek replied.
"Don't let it happen again. This is your last warning. Now go on before your late for your next class." She said effectively shooing him out the door.
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Derek walked through the lunch line slowly not taking much of anything. When his plate had tiny helpings of not even half his usual servings he walked to his normal table and sat down to wait for the rest of his friends.
The gang arived within minutes and the peace and quiet he had been enjoying vanished. He looked around and his eyes locked on Meredith as she sat oppisite him at the table.
Her smile light the room and her laugh filled the air. She was so beautiful and not in that make-up so thick you dont know where the face really starts kind of way. But in a natural, what beauty was meant to look like sort of way.
And he couldn't tell her.
"Dude, Your staring." Mark broke him out of his thoughts and brought him back to the real world.
"Oh, umm I was just thinking." he stammered out his response without taking his eyes away from Meredith.
"Where were you? I called like five times yesterday and you didnt pick up once." Mark accused before stuffing his face with an assortment of fries and burger.
"umm...i was outside working all day. My dad wanted to get some yardwork done."
"So you didnt check your voicemail when you were done?"
"Yeah I just forgot. Can we drop it?"
"Ok."
The conversation dropped to a dull murmer of what everyone did over the weekend and Derek sat quietly listning intently to the sound of Her voice, imagining what it would be like if he could actually tell her how he felt.
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He slowly walked down the path that ran through the woods between his house and Mark's. He had left his car there and was going back-hopefully for the last time-to get some clothes.
The day was finally over and his ribs weren't hurting too bad, as long as Mark didn't give him one of the trademark backclaps he would be all right.
The sun softly filtered through the trees casting a shadowy light across the floor of the forest. He loved it here. It was just so...peaceful.
Peaceful.
Ha! There's a word the never crossed his mind. The deadly war between father and son raged on constant. Peace wasnt a familiar term.
"Hey!"
His world stopped. Maybe peace was familiar. He turned to face what he knew was exactly what he thought of peace.
Meredith.
"Mark said you'd be here." She said before walking closer to him.
"Yeah. Just going to get some fresh clothes." Her eyes. He could get lost in those eyes.
"Oh...Well listen, Im sorry about the other day. I didn't mean to be rude like that or anything." She said closing the gap between them.
"I uh...I..." he couldn't concentrate with her this close. Her shampoo had seeped into his nostrils and it was overpowering.
"I actually came here to...uhh, to tell you something." She looked nervously at the ground and then back to his face quickly. "Derek...I uhh...I..."
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