UGH writing this chapter SUCKED, I honestly couldn't think of anything past how i ended this.-. i won't be able to write for a week or two sorry honeys...i'm going on a trip so bare with me and i'll give a reward...in my writing that is, maybe some fluff, though they are going to get together like a real couple so it's gonna be a long story(: please review and stuff^^ everytime you guys review this story a smile will not leave me face^^ so yeah enjoy my lovelys~

ADAM POV

After leaving Tommy's house feeling anxious, he knows about my problem and he's ok with it…

I thought he would go running for the hills, I literally felt my heart stop when he opened that door, standing there with wrist bleeding from opened cuts when he grabbed my arm before. The pain was still evident around my body but my arms didn't hurt as bad anymore.

I have a friend, a friend, for the first time in 5 years I had someone close to me, for the first time in years someone didn't want to kick my ass. Though I can't completely trust him, I can't even trust him in the least I meet him two days ago.

At least he didn't want to beat my face in, like everyone else in the fucking world.

The walk to my house was terrible, I felt like someone was holding me over a burning flame. Stepping closer and closer to the hell hole I called home, it's actually kind of funny how some people said that home was were the heart was, because if that was true I didn't have a home, because my heart belonged nowhere, love was nothing to me. I truly wished with all of my might that the invisible person that was holding me would just drop me into the blazing fire.

I saw the red brick and navy shingles, shining in front of a glowing sun, from where I was down the street, terror struck me hard as I slowed my pace and thought of the possible outcomes of coming home past curfew.

I had to leave specifically because my parents had called and I happened to miss it when I was talking to Tommy in the bathroom, when I had walked back to the room I listened to the voicemail and just the sound of their voice made me shudder, etching fear into my bones.

All he had to say was 'you're past curfew get the fuck home' and I was already trembling, the tone in his voice was enough to make me break down on certain occasions, leaving me a shaking mess on the floor. He can break my body but my pride will never be touched, I will not break in front of him and I refuse to let tears fall.

Finally out of my thoughts as I stood in front of hell disguised as a loving home, you would never tell from the outside, but inside was a different story. The outside of my house was well-kept, nice even, from an outsider it looked like a tiny but happy household…but inside reeked of boozes and was covered in trash, the 'happy household' was actually a broken family, missing the loving mom and smiling brother, all that was left was a murderer of a father and a pathetic boy with nothing more than music as a solace.

I was at the door now and my knees where quivering, I pushed open the door and walked in, looked around and sprinted to my room.

Right before I entered I heard a yell from down the hall and it was getting closer fast, I slammed my door shut and locked it.

"ADAM! Open the door," My dad's voice was deadly calm, have you ever listened to people when they say silent anger is worse than loud anger, well you should because they are right. I had my back against the door and I was panting, and let my head rest, as he continued on the other side the door.

"Adam, open this fucking door right now, I not asking again,"

"Then don't."

"Sass me again you fucking fag and see what happens, when you come out again, you'll get what's coming to you, you little bitch."

"Then I won't come out,"

I heard loud pounding on the door and come muffled screams of exasperation, my heart beat quickened when I heard him walk away only to come back moments later with a key to my door lock, I knew what it was because he started fiddling with the hole.

Jumping up lightning fast I pushed my finger on the exerting lock and held my thumb there, a shaky sigh of relief made its way from my lips, knowing that as long as my thumb was blocking the turn of the lock on the knob I would be safe.

(A/N he has the kind of door like a front door in a way with lock and key, but if on the other side you hold the lock, the other person can't get through. Had to clarify if some of you didn't get what I meant, I mean I kind of didn't understand it…but yeah?)

Sooner or later my father gave up and walked away but not before kicking the door one last time. Thankful for this I took the time to push my desk in front of the door, in case he tried again in my sleep.

I slowly dragged my feet over to my bed striping from my clothing, leaving me in nothing but my boxers and got in, carful to mind the wounds very carefully, I softly hummed a tune I remembered mom used to sing, lulling myself to a lonely sleep.

The next day (SpongeBob narrator voice xD)

I woke up, and dragged myself to take a quick shower before he noticed I was awake then left for school, speed walking until the house was completely out of sight.

I reached the school doors and trudged to my first class, dreading to see Mr. Chastely again after what happened with dad, probably got a call telling him how disobedient his son was, I'm getting into some major shit today. Fucking yay.

I walked into the class late, as usual, the first thing I saw was a smiling Tommy, I felt my lip twitch upward for a second in return, and then looked around at the other students, all glaring at me of course.

Ignoring the immediate threat at the moment I sat down, pulled out my notebook, and started writing lyrics. I was almost peaceful until I heard a loathsome voice speaking from the front of the room, I let my gaze drift upward, not wanting to deal with his shit at all.

"I'm sorry what?" I drawled, apparently not the right thing to say because his eyes darkened with anger as he repeated his sentence again.

"I SAID that you're late again, I would like to talk to you after class,"

"Sorry, can't,"

"And why is that?"

"Why you ask? Well I've been getting complaints from Ms. Darcy by being late to her class all the time, since whatever you have to say can't be in front of the class for some reason, so by all means tell me now because I'm almost positive nobody else wants to listen to your extremely dull voice for an hour long lecture, pulease and thank you."

He was speechless for the first time ever, obviously never been insulted or embarrassed in front of the class like that, well whatever he deserved it.

Finally gaining some composition of speech his eyes narrowed and he stepped forward, trying to look menacing, but I just wasn't into it today, so all he got in return was once a frightened look and quivering knees was eyes filled to the brim with boredom and a kind of 'well' look.

"Outside my classroom now." His voice shook with rage, obviously I've pissed him off but I seriously wasn't in the mood, tomorrow I will be scared but not today, just no.

I walked outside calmly before sitting down, tilting my head back, closing my eyes, and trying for some much needed sleep. I heard the door open, assuming it was Mr. Chastely I kept my eyes closed and waited for him to strangle me or be somewhat violent, but instead of feeling hands on my neck or somewhere extremely inappropriate, I felt a soft hand rub my shoulder.

I would have been a nice jester aside from the fact that I have a killer gash in that very spot, I can thank my dad and his empty vodka bottle for that one, so thanks daddy, I love you.

I winced and moved away slightly before opening my eyes to see Tommy's smile fall away slowly then reappear before he thought I would notice.

"Hey, what do you say we ditch school today?" Tommy offer brightened my day so much.

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