Sorry that its been a while everyone, I had a minor set back but guess what! I'm free from school so I'll try to update more!

Kendall was sitting in the corner of his bedroom forcing down the loaf of bread that his father had randomly brought home and had thrown down onto the table, the blonde had smelled, literally smelled and tied up plastic covered loaf of bread, that's how hungry he was he sipped some water from the faucet, it was a tasteless mixture but at least it filled his belly, he was about five pieces in when he heard footsteps so he stuffed the bread and the glass under his bed pulling his blanket over his head to pretend like he was sleeping.

He heard his door open and he clamped his eyes shut tighter hoping that for the love of god that his father wouldn't choose this time to beat him, he was so sore, so hungry, he couldn't handle it now, he would..he would simply break.

Thankfully his father left and a moment later Kendall heard the front door slam close, Kendall's breath hitched as he got down on his knees stuffing a piece into his mouth as he whimpered around it.

Food. Yes Food. He missed it so much. He was so hungry. He was always hungry. Always starving. He cried happily as the bread filled up his belly, god..he wished he had something to go with it.

Anything.

But no.

He was being selfish.

This was enough.

It had to be enough.

This was a reward in itself and he should know that.

He did know that. He just wished it didn't have to be that away. He wished he had all the food he saw other kids eating at school. In dinner windows when he walked home from school. Sometimes, Miss Jennifer the lunch lady would give him the left over food. Sometimes. When there was some. Kendall liked Miss Jennifer, she was no older then twenty, working there part time as she was in college. She had straight, chest length blonde hair and bright, kind eyes that made him smile. Smile a bit. Smile maybe just a real smile. If only for a moment.

But he didn't talk to her. No. He couldn't do it. He would just go to somewhere worse if someone found out about what his father did to him. Or at least that was what his father told him.

To keep him from going lose.

And he knew that, somewhere truly deep down he knew that it was a lie. But he was scared. And weak. To weak to fight. He needed someone to fight for him. But no one ever would. No one would want too.

He wasn't worth it.

He deserved no one.

Anyone was to good for him.

He was useless.

Worthless.

Ugly.

Disgusting.

Easily forgotten.

Replaceable.

No one cared.

No one ever would.

Kendall was sitting with a frown in his Biology class the next day, looking around for Sarah because as usual he forgot to study for that class and he was hoping for her to bail him out with some notes, but he was brought out of this thoughts when someone laid there fists down onto his desk.

He looked up fearfully to met the burning eyes of Logan Mitchell, the boy shrunk down in his seat.

"Sarah isn't coming in today,"he said, there was no emotion in his voice except the warmness that had first rang in his voice when he said his girlfriends name, he took some slightly crumbed papers out of his shirt and placed it onto his desk, "She told me to give you these." and then he left as fast as possible.

That was rather odd to tell the truth. The bad boy had never approached him before ever. Even when Sarah was around he would walk away while his girlfriend talked to the blonde, only returning about five minutes telling the girl it was time to leave. His eye twitching when she kissed his cheek softly as she grabbed her boyfriends hand and dragged her away.

He was a bit weird that Logan Mitchell. Okay. He was a...er..well no he wasn't exactly okay. He was a fucking gang member after all, he killed and beat people up for a living. Sold drugs. Did Garcia's dirty work. No...No. Garcia was blood thirty and loved a good fight. He often came to school with a numerous amount of scratched and bruises.

He failed, goddammit his dad was gonna kill him, he was to scared to go home right away so he hung around the hallways, but that was an equally bad idea. As he was walking he ran straight into Dak Zevon one of the biggest assholes in the entire world.

"Were do you think your going wimp?" Dak said.

Kendall flinched away from the boy, innocent eyes wide as he backed up until his back hit the lockers behind him.

"N-no where." Kendall stuttered.

Dak backed him up against the lockers, and put his hands on either side of Kendall's head, leaning slowly towards him. He leaned forward so his lips were brushing against Kendall's lips lightly, Kendall winced and tried to back away from him.

"You gonna be a good little slut for me,Knight?" Dak asked.

"Dak...please...dont." Kendall whispered.

"Shut up."

"Dak...we..we used to be friends...r-remember? B-best friends. Please dont do it Dakie..please.." Kendall was silenced with a slap across his face, he didn't flinch. He was used to the pain. It didn't effect him pain wise. But emotionally he crumbled...

"What the hell are you doing Zevon?"

Yes...I just cliffhangered you! CUE THE EVIL LAUGHTER! Jesus its been so long since I've updated,hasnt it? I'm trying to get around to all of my stories.

Lots Of Love,

Sarah