I dropped Matt off at his house. I parked in the driving way, and walked in the house.

"Logan is that you?" Danny called to me.

"Yea, is something wrong?" I called back.

Danny didn't respond but, I heard a door slam opened and him walked to the stairs. I saw him at the top of the stairs.

"Where were you boy?" Danny asked calmly, even though his face was red with anger.

"I was with the Diamonds," I said.

"He walked down the stairs and grabbed my shirt, his face went close to mine. I smelled the alcohol in his breath.

"Now why the fuck would you leave?" Danny asked.

"W-w-what do you mean?" I asked.

"You left. I finally got in to your room, and you were gone!" Danny yelled at me.

"I-I-I," I tried to talk.

I was on the floor I looked up to see Danny's arm raised up.

"Don't lie to me Logan," Danny said then kicked me in the stomach.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to leave, honest." I said.

"Don't lie to me!" Danny yelled and kicked me again.

I was about to say something back to him, but I heard a crash from outside.

"I think someones outside," I whispered.

"Logan why wouldn't you learn? Stop lieing to me," Danny told me, as every word that was said equaled to a kick, to my body.

"Go to your room, I don't want to see your face," Danny said.

I got up and ran to my room, ignoring the pain. I run to my closet, went in to conner and fell asleep.

I woke up to the ringing on my phone.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Logan can you meet me at our place?" the voice asked me.

"Yea what's going on?"

"I just need to talk to you."

"Okay, i'll leave right now."
"Bye,"

He hung up. I crawled out the closet. I walked down the stairs as quietly as I could. I got in the car I drove to our place. I parked and walked out to see him sitting on the bench.

"James?" i asked walking up to him.

I walked over to him. He had his head down.

"James?" I called to him again.

He raised his head. I saw that his eyes were red, and there were some tears on his checks. I went on my knees.

"James?"Ii whispered.

"Your dad hits you?" James said.

"What? How?" I got out as I stood up.

"I saw him. Logie why didn't you tell anyone?" James asked standing up to.

"What do you mean you saw him?"

"Yesterday, I followed you back home, I wanted to give you, your jacket back. But then I saw him kick you over and over again."

I felt my chest go on fire. I couldn't breath.

"Logie are you okay?" James asked.

I looked up to see his eyes filled with worry.

I looked down to see that we both were on our knees.

"You can't tell anyone," I told him.

"What are you crazy?"James said jumping up.

"NO! You can't you can't. Please James promise me you would tell anyone," I begged.

"What? I can't do that Logie."

"Why? Why not?!"
"Because he's hurting you. I can't keep on letting him hurt you!"

"What If I do something?!"

"Do what Logie? What are you going to do?!"
"I ask Papa if I can live with him, I'll move out. I'll do anything, just please don't tell anyone." I begged even more.

"Ask Papa to live with him." James said.

"Do I have to tell him why, I want to?" I whisper.

"No Logies. I don't care, what you do. I just want you out of that house." James said then hugged me.

...

I sat in the car in the driveway. Not knowing how to do this. Not know how to say Danny to move out. Not know how to trick him. Not knowing how not to get hit. I sat just not knowing.

I got out the car and walked in the house. I saw Danny sitting on the couch watching tv. An Idea hit me.

"Danny, can we make a deal?" I asked.

"What type of deal?" danny asked turning off the tv.

"You can do what where you want to do with me for a day or two every month, if I get to life with the Garcia's." I said knowing that would be the only way he may say yes.

"Every two weeks, if i'm here, and I want you for two days."

"Deal," I said.

Danny started to laugh.

"What?" I asked. knowing I wouldn't like the answer.

"I don't have to deal with you and I'll be getting a good fuck. Why didn't you come up with this a long time ago?"

I said nothing. I walked up to 'my' room and called Papa

"Hello logan," Papa answered.

"Papa you think I can live you again for the time being?" I asked.

"What's wrong? Papa asked his voice getting serious

"I just can't live with him. I'll see him every two weeks, on weekends, but I can't live with him anymore."

"Pack. I'll come get you now," Papa said then hanging up on me.

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