I AM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO UPDATE! School just started and its so hectic right now, i swear I've fallen asleep right after watching a couple episodes of Criminal Minds and doing homework, so i apologize, and i think i might start my updates once a week, probably on the weekends, but you might get a weekday one, every once in a while. AND AGAIN I APOLOGIZE! Oh yeah since my obsession with CM is like really hardcore right now, i included one of the characters in this chapter so disclaimer(I don't own him) and yeah some things i thought were funny but hey its really late! Anyways no specific song for today's chapter, it was kind of rushed so i promise you the next one will be better! feel free to review, PLEASE, cause my other story i had like 5 reviews for one chapter and i post another one and BAM. no more reviews, so yeah i like reviews! ANYWHO, you can go now, read on, and enjoy my lovelys3

ADAM POV

"Adam, Adam honey, wake up baby," the voice melodic, almost like singing a sweet lullaby so beautifully soft; I cracked open an eye before rolling over in the other direction, "Adam…" the voice more serious, more desperate. The gentle rubbing was now a quick shake, I twisted towards her, eyes still heavy from sleep and stared, "Adam we need to go, now, baby he's coming, we have enough, we can leave, please wake up!" I felt drops hit my face; wet salty tears fell from her shinning blue eyes, ones that I had inherited. Essentially waking me up and reminding me of the situation and I jumped up and grabbed my bag from under my bed and throwing on some clothes.

After I finished getting ready, grabbing extra things that reminded me of my mom, and then waited for her by his doorway, she rushed out with luggage trailing behind her. I turned around just in time to see my father waiting against the front door, arms crossed over his chest.

I coughed on tears as I shot up out of bed, hugging my chest; I bundled the sheets up and wrapped them around me, digging my head into the thin cloth. I haven't had a dream like this in almost a month, I thought they would finally go away, so I cried into the sheets, letting loose some of my pent up frustration.

My life had been so weird after I met Tommy; I was almost joyful, though happiness doesn't exist in my life. I was almost calm, my breath slow, my hiccups almost gone, and my eyes were now dry and I was about to lay back down but I heard a bang on the stairs and froze, Eber was back home.

Throat still sore from crying, I felt the ground shake as I heard heavy boots ascend the stairs, I couldn't blink, I couldn't breathe, and I couldn't run. He hadn't been back for a couple of days, I've had rest…he can't just come back or at least not yet, he HAS to stay away.

Please god no. not today. Tommy found out about my cuts, and he's bound to find this too if I limp every god damned day. I can't deal with this today; frantically I looked around for some type of weapon, but of course, nothing. The only thing remotely close to that of a weapon is the standing lamp by my bed, but he drilled it to the floor before the beatings started. I was helpless.

The pounding on my door, the racing across the room to find shelter, and the trample of feet, and the floor that met the back of my head was all a blur as I lay on the floor gazing at the ceiling, like it might actually help me, my vision was already getting fuzzy from anticipation of the beating, and he had brought two other friends with him this time. One of them being Mr. Chastely and the other a burly black man, fucking perfect, I might as well be already dead.

I watched as they finished talking and made their way over to the floor I was pushed onto, I saw the biggest sized shoes first, probably Eber's, as they stalked over, leaving mud tracks on the dirtied floor.

"Your too loud you little bitch, why can't you just keep your mouth shut you fucking faggot, we heard you all the way in the fucking living room." He spat on my face and the rotten smell of beer and cigarettes hit my nose, making me gag.

"Eber…we barely heard him, its fine, let's hit some bars, come on..." The hulking black guy with a bald head and a very intimidating mustache spoke softly but firmly, "Derek you better shut your mouth or I'll kill you too," he plans to kill me? Oh god.

"Eber I am in the FBI and you expect me to stand around while you beat your own child?" His voice was full of warning, I was almost happy; someone was standing up for me, maybe. I whipped off my face and walked calmly towards the bathroom, but of course I didn't make it, I crashed to the ground with the feel of glass being smashed into the back of my head, landing on shards I pushed myself to a sitting position, probably bleeding in random places now because of him. Of course he won't help me though; he'll never stop, until I'm dead.

"HEY!" Derek's voice boomed, I heard quick movement and the sound of handcuffs being clicked, I would have cried of actual joy minus the fact that the person in chains was indeed the supposed cop. FUCK.

I glared at my father for all that he was worth, he glowered back like I was a bad piece of meat, which I probably was, I'm gay, I'm not normal, of course I'm trash.

"Hey Eber, I am your friend but I will not condone you for beating your child,"

"Just fucking shut it, ok? Marshall,"

The sound of skin meting skin sounded through the room and I was about to do the one thing that could possibly get me killed for sure, "Hey! Why are you beating on him? I was the loud one." He didn't need to get beaten, probably had a family, a beautiful wife and wonderful kids, he doesn't need to come home with scars or anything else of that matter. Me on the other hand, I'll be dead before I'm out of high school why postpone the inevitable?

His head whipped towards my voice and Mr. Chastely stopped beating on Derek, exactly how I wanted, "Why beat on him? I mean I'm the gay one, not him, I'm the freak," I spat the words out like they burned my tongue. They did. He darted over, landing punch after punch on anywhere but my face. The brick hard fists slammed into my already broken ribs, landing on my stomach, smashing into my neck, leaving me hacking up blood. There was nothing else I could do other than lay there and take it, I was too far gone, nothing could help me now, and if I tried to fight back I would die. The last punch he threw landed on my face and after he held me up by my neck, choking me, making me realize only now that there was yelling behind Eber.

"EBER! YOU GET YOUR DAMN HANDS OFF THAT BOY! I SWEAR TO GOD WHEN I'M OUT OF THESE CUFFS I WILL SECURE YOUR ASS IN JAIL! EBER!" I had to give him credit, for me to even hear him at all was a surprise; usually I could block everything out. The pain dulled my senses to the world so it was a miracle I was hearing at all.

I was dropped to the floor as I heard more footsteps approach, Mr. Chastely's, oh god no, I could deal with the beatings, but the rape. The belt crashed to the floor as he shifted closer, I could see the bulge in his jeans already, and I was terrified.

I'M STILL SORRY:(

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