It was a cold night drifting upon a cold breeze in the air shaking the tents calmly and soothingly as the four trainers gained their rest for their journey the next say. As the wind carried the voices of the forrest it also carried a cry, a cry, weak and lost, needing someone's help. Blair couldn't find himself falling asleep any time soon with Cheren. He even told himself that Cheren wouldn't do any harm to Whitlea, he knew from all the things Bianca told him, he couldn't possibly hate every boy for trying to make friends with her, he just didn't want to see her hurt. The wind carried the cry to Blair hopign it's call for help would be heard by the boy, and it was. Blair sat up in the tent and looked around continuing to hear crying not knowing where it was coming from. His eyes widened at the thought of Whitlea being hurt and crying for help. He got up quickly and ran full speed into the girls tent. Bainca was still asleep but Whitlea was sitting up looking around, she was not the one crying for help. The two looked at each other for a moment and began whispering.

"Do you hear that?" the boy said as he crawled into the tent closer to Whitlea staying quiet as the cry grew weaker. Whitlea, still trying to listen, didn't want to lose the sound so just nodded standing up going out of the tent, "We're going to to find it?" he asked , again Whitlea only left him with a slight nod of the head and the two ran off into the woods.

Whitlea would stop moving every now and again to see if she was going the right way. Blair stopped with her as he listened, the cry had gotten so dim, but a light grew from the east side of them. Blair faced it as the shine increased then slowly faded out. The boy took off running towards the light with Whitlea gaining speed behind him. As the reached the clearing there was no person or pokemon to be found, only a small white stone that could fit in the palm of his hand. He reached for it slowly and picked it up.

"Hello?" Whitlea called as her voice echoed into the dark abyss of tree lines and the night sky, " Well, it couldn't've been that thing, it's a stone, therefore stones can't cry.. Right?" she said walking over to him looking at the stone in his hand. He wrapped his hand around it and looked at Whitlea.

"Come on, let's get back to the camp." He said making his way out of the once lit clearing. Half way through the forest the two were stopped in their track. It sounded as if someone had sighed in relief quite loudly in their ears. The two looked at each other but kept walking. When they reached the camp they started a fire and sat behind it as they sat against a table trying to get the stone to talk to them, as crazy as it did sound they got no where, but; Blair was determined, he wanted to find out about this stone. The two soon found themselves falling asleep Whitlea's head on Blair's shoulder and his head on hers.

The next morning the other two didn't bother waking them up, they just let them sleep. Blair was the first to walk up. He blinked his eyes several times before rubbing them. He looked over at Whitlea and noticed how she had fallen asleep. His face grew a deep crimson colour as he got up slowly also waking her up. It took her a moment to realise how she had slept, and a rose colour swept across he cheeks.

"Come on you two, we've got to go now if we're ever going to make it to Accumula Town by night fall. They took down the tents and grabbed their bags swinging them over their shoulder. Blair had found some thick string and tied it to the stone putting it around his neck, tucked into his jacket. The four walked down the path laughing and sharing their stories about each other.

"So Blair, we never heard about your life, why not share, hm?" Bianca asked as her and Cheren looked at him, Whitlea could tell that he didn't want to talk about it. She knew about what had happened, she was surprised he even said anything about it.

"Well.. Life I must say was pretty good, it all felt the same when I had turned five, but I was wrong. That year has scared me ever since, so many bad things happened.. My father left my mother and I with out any notice, and I haven't heard from him ever since. Both Whitlea and I had problems with our fathers, and with her father, I wanted her to have something I didn't, which was a good father, but; all my times of standing up to him and yelling at him for what he did to her I never got any where in trying to help.. All I can remember about my father is that he was so kind and fun, he had no reason to leave my mother or myself. He loved us very much.." He stopped, " The rest of my childhood all through now, have been better then they could ever be. I mean with White with me every second of the day I couldn't think of anything better to ask for.." he added.

Whitlea's eyes grew wide at the statement and her face showed a red colour. She couldn't help it she wasn't expecting that from him. She turned her head away from the group waiting for the redness in her cheeks to go away.

"Hey guys I think we made it finally." Cheren said pointing in front of them as he let a smile grow across his face, "I think it'd be best if we just stayed here and left tomorrow, there's a really big route ahead, we could all stay at the pokemon centre I'm sure they won't mind." He stated.

They set up their stuff in the Pokemon Centre then went off searching the town Cheren and Bianca went off and Blair and Whitlea went to look for an adventure. That's when she caught him eye. Her soft brown hair billowing behind her as she ran off. Her beautiful smile and her soft eyes. He had seen her before but; where. Then he remembered, the boy's face glaring at him. It was them, the girl whom had run into him. He needed to find a way to get her attention, but how? He stood up on the town's risen ground and shouted out for all people to hear.

"May I have your attention please!" He shouted. Whitlea stopped right in her tracks having Blair run into her. They caught their balance and went over to the man. She knew him form somewhere but she couldn't think of where. Blair knew that face any where, it was the jerk who was being rude to Whitlea. The green haired boy pointed to Whitlea and signaled her to come up on the stage, "Now will you please show us your pokemon? Take them out for us." He said giving her a smile.

"They already are," she said as she bent down to show him her pokemon, "We were going on an adventure and I assumed they wanted to come. Of course from their excitement and Go-To-Iiveness." she responded quietly. Blair gave a nasty glare at the man talking to Whitlea. The man took hand, it felt soft and warm but she pulled it from his gasp. Her Pokemon ready to fight him. Blair got up on the stage with White and stood in front of her, "I can handle it, Blair.."Blair looked back at her, he had heard her say it so many times before. The same the of voice the some look of being over powered but not knowing.

The sun was beating down on the two fourteen year olds as they plucked leaves from the tall tree they had been sitting in. Every time she reached up to grab a leaf nasty bruises were revealed as he let out a sigh.

"I hate him.."she muttered tearing up holding her arm tightly.

"You can't hate him.. he's your dad.." he said looking back at her, as he climbed over to the branch she was on wrapping his arms around her care full not hurt her anymore.

"I know.. But I don't like him.." few tears escaped from her eyes as she cried into his shoulder, "Don't leave me alone ever,"she said looking up at him.

A dark tall figure stood at the bottom of the tree, " Get down her girl!" The masculine voice yelled.

White, still red faced from crying slowly got up, Blair did as well. She looked up at him with fear knowing she was overpowered but wanted to do it alone, she shook her head, "I-I can handle it, Blair." She whimpered as she climbed father and farther from her protection.

"You always say that.." he murmured watching her reach the ground shaking.

"What are you crying about? Huh!" He yelled furious at her, "I'll give you something to cry about!" He yelled out swinging the back of his hand across her face, sending her to the ground with a pain filled yelp. "You're a bitch just like your mother!"

"WHITE!" He yelled out to her jumping down to the ground from each branch, "You bastard!". He yelled tackling her father to the ground punching and hitting him, blood pouring from his face as he took a few hits to his jaw line, for her father blood and cuts every where.

"Stop it!" She cried pulling him off her father crying hard. He got up and held her close to him holding her head close to his chest as she cried gripping his shirt. He shh'ed her quietly and soothingly rubbing her back glaring at her father as blood dripped down his face onto the ground.

"It's alright now, I've got you.. You're safe, I promise." He said holding her close to him letting her tears stain his shirt listening to her cry quietly, as a mark on her face formed. He left her father laying in the grass as he took her home to get cleaned up. He couldn't sleep that night, he was too scared for her, he walked in the room silently only to hear feint crying from her as she curled up on the bed. He went over and placed a hand on her back rubbing it softly trying not to startle her, "I promise , you're going to be okay, I won't leave you." He whispered falling asleep leaning against the wall letting his head sink down to his shoulder.

So, I guess this is a kinda depressing chapter, please tell me what you thought.
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