Eli tightened his grip on the back pack strap that rested on his shoulder. He watched as Tyler walked towards him. "I should move. I should keep walking." Eli told himself.

Tyler grinned when he approached Eli. "You going to answer my question Goldsworthy? What are you doing out so late at night? Are you running away Goldsworthy?" Tyler pushed his shoulder, making Eli to stubble backwards a little. But Eli caught himself.

"Just keep walking" Eli told himself again. He turned around and began to walk away. He wasn't going to let Tyler Hamilton ruin his first night of freedom. "Oh, no you don't." Eli heard Tyler say from behind him. He could hear the older boy walking fast behind him. But Eli didn't look back. He kept walking, faster and faster until he started running. His feet made loud thumping noises when they came in contact with the paved street. The speed at which his legs were moving and the speed at which his heart was thumping were the same. Fast.

Eli could hear Tyler behind him, he was running also.

He didn't know what Tyler wanted with him. To his knowledge, he didn't do anything to upset him to quite sometime. But he wasn't planning on stopping and asking himwhat his problem was anytime soon.

Eli knew that if he kept running straight the two would be running for hours. Tyler was the quarterback of East Port's football team. He could run all night. Eli on the other hand wasn't on the football team; therefore he would eventually need to stop. Eli turned quickly to his left and ran down a small street. He knocked over garbage cans in an attempt to slow Tyler down. It didn't work. Tyler kept running after him, dodging the fallen garbage cans

"Real men don't run away Goldsworthy. But, then again some people say you aren't a guy." Tyler yelled from behind.

"Ignore him." Eli demanded himself to do. So that's what he did, he ignored Tyler. He tried his hardest not to turn around and punch the living hell out of him when he started talking about Felicity. "He wants to get under your skin. Keep running."

Eli didn't notice the hole that was carved into the paved street until he stepped on it and twisted his ankle. He fell down to the ground and clutched his ankle. He looked behind him. Tyler was only a few yards away. He made an attempt to get up, but ended up falling again.

Tyler caught up to the Eli and smiled. He leaned down and grabbed a fist full of Eli's hair. He pulled him up and made him stand.

"You should have run faster." He stated before turning around and walking down the street, pulling Eli with him. Eli didn't speak as the two walked. He stayed quiet and tried to ignore his ankle that was throbbing with pain. Tyler lead the two down the road Eli had run down and onto the main road. He crossed the street and walked into the woods.

Eli was hoping that someone would see them and help him. But no one was outside at this time at night. Tyler continued to walk deeper and deeper into the woods. Eli tripped over a tree root and hissed. He would have fallen if Tyler wasn't holding onto his hair.

When Tyler was satisfied with the location he stopped and pushed Eli onto the ground. Eli landed on a tree stump. His back crashed against it and he silently whimpered in pain. Tyler scoffed.

"Stop being such a girl." Tyler rolled his eyes and stepped on Eli's ankle. He knew it was the one that was twisted. Eli let out a loud hiss. Tyler smirked and added more pressure to the ankle. Eli tried to pry Tyler's foot off of his ankle, but Tyler wouldn't move. He just continued to add pressure to the ankle.

"This is going to be fun." Tyler thought out loud. Eli glanced at him; a questioning look appeared on his face.

"Oh. I'm sorry. I should probably tell you what's going on here." Tyler kicked him in the stomach before he slammed Eli's head against the tree stump. He sat down on the tree stump and once again grabbed a fist full of his hair and made Eli look at him. Eli clutched his stomach, tears threatened to fall out of his eyes, but he didn't let them.

"Well, a few hours ago I got a phone call from your Daddy." Tyler smiled down at the younger boy. Eli looked up at him with a confused expression. "Ha! That's right. You don't know that we talk to one another. But anyways, your dad called me and told me that you ran away. He sounded really pissed. You want to know what he said. He said 'If the little bitch thinks he's too good to live under my roof, he doesn't deserve to live at all.' And so he made me a deal that, well I couldn't turn down." Tyler chuckled as though he just said the funniest thing ever.

Eli's eyes widened. "What is the deal?" Eli asked. He didn't want to know the answer, so he didn't know why he had just asked that question.

"He said that he would give me 2,000 bucks if I killed you."

Eli shut his eyes tight. He couldn't believe it. His own father.

Tyler stood up and pushed Eli back down so he lay on his back. He placed his foot on his stomach and pressed his heel into the spot he had kicked him before. Eli let out a yelp.

"Everyone hates you. I'm just doing what everyone else wants to do." He brought his foot up and slammed it back into his stomach.

Eli knew he wasn't going to see daylight again. There was no point in fighting Tyler. Tyler continued to kicked him and punch him. He enjoyed the screams of pain that Eli made. Tyler kneeled down on Eli's chest. One knee dug into his chest while the other kneeled down on the ground, supporting him. He placed his hand on the side of Eli's cheek.

"Your Dad wished her could beat you up like I do. He always wanted to but your god damn mother was always in the way. She convinced him not to. She always kept on eye on him. So he never had the chance to hurt you. So he hired me. He paid me to beat you up. He hates you. What kind of Daddy is that? Not a good one." Tyler pushed Eli's face to the side slowly.

Eli knew he was going to die any second. Tyler was going to snap his neck and he was going to die. He closed his eyes and mentally cursed at his father. He bit his lip as Tyler pushed his head harder and harder to the left.

"Tyler!" A voice called. And the last thing Eli heard when he was alive was a loud snap.

Elijah Christopher Goldsworthy was dead.

Eli stopped telling his story when he heard a silent sob. He looked at Clare and saw the tears that were falling down her face.

"Clare?" Eli asked.

Clare shook her head and covered her mouth. After a few minutes she took a breath and opened her mouth to speak.

"I-I'm sorry. I-I just can't believe that anyone could- could do something like that to another person. And I can't fathom why your father would do something like that. Eli I'm so sorry." Clare said.

"Clare…it's not your fault. You weren't even alive yet. Your parents weren't even alive yet. It's fine." Eli said. He didn't like watching Clare cry.

"Is there any more that you want to tell me?" Clare's voice was shaky but she looked Eli straight in the eye.

"Yes. If you are willing to listen." Eli said.

Clare nodded her head, signaling him to proceed.

Was anyone expecting that? Haha

Oh and I am really sorry for my spelling/grammar errors. I re-read this chapter about three times and did spell check like 12 times. But I probably missed something if not a lot of things. But anyways, Thank you for all the reviews (: