I'll Be There.

Later that day, it was eight thirty at night and Anton was in his black sleepwear, robe and slippers was reading a book in the great room with a hot cup of chamomile tea. He stopped reading for the act that Trent wasn't here anymore. To get over the depressing moment, he walks into his master bedroom to get some sleep, but dismissed the fact that someone was banging on the door.

I wonder who that could be. He thought.

He opens the door and it was,

"Trent!"

He see a staggered Trent with scars and bruises on his body and some on his face, his white shirt and black pants were ripped and torn and with his duffel bag on him, groaning and moaning in pain. Anton picks him up and carefully places him on the couch.

"Who did this to you?" "My Aunt Karen and her boyfriend."

"They did this to you?"

Trent nods his head. Anton asked what happened.

"After we got there, her boyfriend got drunk and he got her drunk too, and I was trying to sleep, so they came into my bedroom, grabbed me, slammed me into a wall and kept on hitting me until they went to sleep, so I grabbed my bag and left. Take a look at them."

Anton carefully lifts up Trent's shirt and sees bruises on his stomach and a small one on his back. He was mortified by it.

"Oh my god." He accidentally touches them.

"Ow! Please stop. Everything hurts."

"I'm calling the police." He grabs his cell phone and calls the police. While he does that, he goes into the kitchen and gets Trent something to drink.

It was almost a quarter to nine and the police was about to leave Mercer's estate. The police officer says to him,

"Okay. We have everything that we need. We will apprehend them and make sure that they don't come anywhere near the boy ever again. And we'll contact Child's Service to notify the situation."

Anton sighed in relief. "Thank you, Officer Smith. Have a good night."

"Good night." The officer leaf in his police car and Anton goes back into the house. Once he got into the house, he goes made sure the security system was up and went up to Trent's room and tried to apply the alcohol on his wounds.

"Ow! Ow, ow, ow! That stings!"

"Alright, calm down. Let's try the ice." He offers the ice and Trent graciously agreed to it.

"Thank you." He lays it on his chest and on his head.

Anton sighed. "I can't believe that they did this to you."

"I can." He inhaled in pain. "Sorry." "About what?"

"About everything. If I haven't ran off without your permission when you were gone, then none of this would have happen." Trent wipes the tears from his eyes.

Anton sat on the edge of the bed before he could continue. "Don't blame yourself by what's happening."

"I know, but I just feel so guilty." Trent's head started to ache and throbbed as he puts his hand on it. "Can I go to sleep, please? My head's starting to hurt."

"Okay."

Anton was aware of Trent's pain and tragedy that he went through; from the deadly cave-in that took his parents' lives to the recent abuse that he suffered from his own aunt and boyfriend. The best thing for now was for Trent to get some sleep.

"Good night."

"Night."