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"Sweetie, wake up. You've gotta get up." I felt my mom lightly shaking me awake. I mumbled a little and started to get up. This was the third time I had to wake up today, I was getting really sick of it.

I finally hauled myself out of the car only to see my dad staring at me. "Get back in there. We've got to go to the hospital. Your wrist is most defiantly broken. You'll need to get a cast. Let's go."

My dad took the car keys from my mom and told her to go make dinner. I rolled my eyes at how sexist he was. I sat back down and pulled out my phone only to smile seeing I had two new text messages. One from Patrick and ,of course, one from Gabe. Patrick's read: "Hey Will, you ok? Gabe told Pete and I about what happened. I hope your arm feels better "

I smiled and jammed the reply button. "I'm going to the doctor right now to get my cast. Apparently my wrist is broken. Leave it to Gabe to tell the world lol. Thanks Patty "

Gabe's was next. "Hey Bilvyyy. How are you doing cute boy? ;D"

I rolled my eyes at Gabe's text but caught myself smiling despite myself. 'Stupid adorable boy.' I thought. "Going to get my cast right now. I guess my wrist is broken. What color should I get if they let me choose one? I hurt ): Ha maybe tomorrow you can kiss it and make it all better? Jk!"

By the time I finished that one, Patrick had texted me back. "Gabe does have a big mouth doesn't he? Lol leave it to him and Pete to tell everyone everything. How did two such sweet and shy, nice boys like us get stuck with them exactly?"

I laughed and tapped away at the little keys. "Well idk about you and Pete, since Pete's a little rich bitch, but Gabe and I are just inseparable no matter what. I think that makes it a little hard for me not to be with him lol."

  I smiled and sat back in my seat a little, less scared of my father for the moment. Even just talking to Gabe or Patrick loosened me up. A part of me kind of got defensive though, when I talked to Patrick about Pete. Pete was a good enough guy I guess, I mean he wasn't a jerk to Patrick or anything but a part of me always felt that Pete wasn't as in love with Patrick as Patrick was in love with him. I guess I'm always afraid that Pete's gonna hurt Patrick. I tried to not argue with Patrick about it cause I knew it pissed him off but I just couldn't shake that feeling.

"William! Are you listening to me?" My head snapped up from staring at my phone. My dad was looking straight ahead as we were driving but I could feel his glare being intended for me.

"Sorry dad, I wasn't paying attention. I was spacing out." I felt his hand dart across my face. It stung terribly but not nearly as bad as his normal abuse. My breathing increased and my heartbeat jumped. I knew there would be a red mark left on my cheek, but no one would ever notice. My phone vibrated in my hand and I knew my dad heard it. He grabbed it out of my hand and threw it in the backseat.

"You don't need that piece of shit. I was talking about that Gabe kid. I haven't seen him around much lately. Are you two still friends?" I gulped. Why in hell was my dad asking about Gabe?

"Yeah, we're still cool. He's just been busy taking care of his younger sister." I lied nicely.

"Hmm...ok." His answer scared me, well actually terrified me.

"Why do you ask, Dad?"

"Well I just wanted to know if you had told that kid anything about home." My dad wasn't stupid. He knew what he did and most of the time didn't deny it, to us anyways. Sometimes he'd watch as we applied the cover up or nurse our wounds. I always wondered if the reason he always consumed the high amounts of alcohol was out of guilt for what he did to us.

"No dad, I haven't...," My heart was heavy not only from the lie to him but the fact that he had to ask me that. No dad should ever have to ask their own kid that.

"Good...cause you know what would happen. Did you tell anyone else anything?" I answered no again to his questions. My dad just nodded and continued forward. My phone was having a little vibrating fest in the back of the car. I winced every time it went off because of my dad's slight twitch at the sound.

"Wow, can your friends stop texting you? That annoying piece of plastic just won't stop going off!" He stated aloud. This was once again just a situation where he wanted to hear his own voice.

"Sorry..." I mumbled and stared back out the front window. It was silent until we were at the hospital where my dad once again ran down his speech about the hospital. I quickly ran to the backseat and fished for my phone and followed my dad. I read through the couple texts I had received.

"Really Will? You always have to find some way to make a crack at Pete. I know you two aren't the best of buddies but I really do love him, so please try to ignore your dislike for him."

I sighed and hit reply."As you wish." I moved onto Gabe's ignoring the tone  of that text.

"Purple of course lol! Haha Oh Bilvy you act like I would say no to that. Of course I'll kiss it better!" A smile spread across my face from the text. I followed my dad into the hospital and finished composing the text with my one good hand on the way in. I found another thing I wasn't enjoying only having use of one arm.

"Lol well you never know. One day you could just ,oh I don't know,  stop liking me."

My dad and I waited in the waiting room for the second time that day. This time a different nurse came out. She had her deep brown curls pulled back into a sleek ponytail. Her eyes were a faded, sad green but there was still a smile on her lips. I had to give her props for trying so hard to be happy.

"William Beckett?" I stood up and walked to a small room with cabinets and a couple chairs. There was also bed like table with crinkly white paper on top of it. I assumed that was where I had to be.

"So William it says here you broke your wrist running and you tripped, correct?" I nodded and she smiled at me. "Do you trip often or is this a onetime deal?"

I laughed a little. "Well I'm kind of a klutz but this kind of tripping was hopefully a onetime deal."

"Well I'm glad to hear you don't have any sort of plans to continue this bone breaking spree. Now what color cast would you like? We have every color in the rainbow and beyond."

"Purple," I said immediately thinking of Gabe. The nurse smiled and started cleaning my wrist off with a wet rag and then wrapped my arm in this cotton material. Over the cotton she put she put some wetted down purple fiberglass strips. She smiled and talked to me as she wrapped up my wrist and hand.

"Now this cast is waterproof, which, I'm sure is very helpful for you. We'll schedule you in to have it removed in 3-4 weeks." I smiled at the nurse and thanked her. She smiled back and told me to stop tripping.

My dad went and made the appointment. The cast felt warm as the fiberglass had just finished drying and turning into its hard state.

I felt my phone go off in my pocket and yanked it out. It was Pete.

"Why are you so against me being with Patrick?" I gulped and hit the red end call button on my phone. I didn't want to explain myself to him. It wasn't worth it to me. Why would Pete even care why I disapproved of him?

My dad and I had a very silent ride home. He asked once how my arm felt. I said it hurt but he didn't really reply with much but a grunt.

When we finally made it home mom had cooked lemon chicken and red potatoes for us. I muttered a thank you and my dad just took his food and went to the living room with a bottle of Smirnoff and a glass of ice. This was routine. Take the food and alcohol, numb all emotions/senses and swing at your wife and kid while babbling about how much you hate them both. My mom and I had a short conversation about my cast and what the nurse had told me. She seemed interested but my mind or heart wasn't in the conversation. I was too busy thinking about that stupid text that Pete sent me. The words were burned into my mind "Why are you so against me being with Patrick?" Why wasn't I? Pete was an arrogant, rich douche that liked to insult anyone he felt the need to and not to mention the fact that he flirted with anyone that moved. There was no reason that Patrick should have to be with that sort of guy he deserved so much better.

"I'm going up to my room." I said after eating the last bite of the baked chicken breast. My mom just nodded and continued at her food. I climbed up the stairs trying so hard to get Pete's text out of my mind but it wasn't working. My phone went off in my pocket again and I felt a lump rise into my throat. I knew it was Pete.

"Do I get an answer William? Or are you just going to accuse me without actually backing it up?" My stomach twisted in knots. I had a million reasons but no way to actually explain them over texts. It'd also only make me sound like a hypocrite because of Gabe and I. But, then again, Gabe was far different than Pete.

I ignored the text and picked up my iPod turning on Back and Forth by Joel Tock. There was something about the way he played his guitar and his voice that made me wanna die of happiness. I grabbed the nearest book and laid flat on my bed trying to fall asleep. Soon something louder than my music was heard. It was a crash. I glanced over at my clock, 6:54. It was about that time again. My dad yelled something but because of the distance between us and the slur from the alcohol I wasn't able to catch it. My stomach lurched when I heard my mom scream. I set down the book and ran down the steps to see my dad had thrown my mom on top of the dining room table. Silverware of all sorts were scattered around the floor a fork was had stabbed my mom in her arm. There was blood leaking out of the side where the tongs had forced themselves through her delicate skin. It wasn't in too deep to do any serious damage but I could tell that every pain receptor in her body wasn't going to let her believe that. I turned to look away but I heard my dad say my name in a drunken slur and I couldn't help but snap my attention to him.

He glared at me with a haze covering his eyes. "Go back to your room. Now." I glanced over to my mom and she stared at me with a look of please just listen to him. I bolted back up to my room and grabbed my phone. Gabe.

"Please pick up...," I muttered to myself. The phone rang and rang. Each ring made me shake even more than I already was.

"Hola this be Gabe. I'm not at my phone right now or I am and I'm just ignoring you. If it's number two sucks to be you! Leave a message after the beep!"

"Gabe it's Will. You've gotta call me back. Please. I really need you right now," I felt tears start slipping down face and a lump in my throat appear making it harder and harder to speak. "Please just call me back. I love you."

I sat in my room in a little ball shaking and crying, trying to control my body's rattling. There was a thunderous slam at the door. From the sound of it I felt like the door was going to fly off the hinges. I gulped as I watched the knob turn. Everything seemed to be running in slow motion. Soon the door was open and my dad was walking in, anger burning in his eyes. He walked towards me like a tiger slinking towards his prey. He grabbed my good wrist and yanked me off the ground only to knock me against the nearest wall. I groaned, my head spinning from the contact with the wall. I heard my phone go off and a sudden fear shot through my spine. Gabe.

My dad reached over to the ground and picked up my cell while still pinning me tightly to the wall.

"Hello Gabe, this is William's father. William is a little preoccupied and will call you back later," He turned his attention back to me. "Now...what will we do with you?"

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"Sweetie, wake up. You've gotta get up." I felt my mom lightly shaking me awake. I mumbled a little and started to get up. This was the third time I had to wake up today, I was getting really sick of it.

I finally hauled myself out of the car only to see my dad staring at me. "Get back in there. We've got to go to the hospital. Your wrist is most defiantly broken. You'll need to get a cast. Let's go."

My dad took the car keys from my mom and told her to go make dinner. I rolled my eyes at how sexist he was. I sat back down and pulled out my phone only to smile seeing I had two new text messages. One from Patrick and ,of course, one from Gabe. Patrick's read: "Hey Will, you ok? Gabe told Pete and I about what happened. I hope your arm feels better "

I smiled and jammed the reply button. "I'm going to the doctor right now to get my cast. Apparently my wrist is broken. Leave it to Gabe to tell the world lol. Thanks Patty "

Gabe's was next. "Hey Bilvyyy. How are you doing cute boy? ;D"

I rolled my eyes at Gabe's text but caught myself smiling despite myself. 'Stupid adorable boy.' I thought. "Going to get my cast right now. I guess my wrist is broken. What color should I get if they let me choose one? I hurt ): Ha maybe tomorrow you can kiss it and make it all better? Jk!"

By the time I finished that one, Patrick had texted me back. "Gabe does have a big mouth doesn't he? Lol leave it to him and Pete to tell everyone everything. How did two such sweet and shy, nice boys like us get stuck with them exactly?"

I laughed and tapped away at the little keys. "Well idk about you and Pete, since Pete's a little rich bitch, but Gabe and I are just inseparable no matter what. I think that makes it a little hard for me not to be with him lol."

  I smiled and sat back in my seat a little, less scared of my father for the moment. Even just talking to Gabe or Patrick loosened me up. A part of me kind of got defensive though, when I talked to Patrick about Pete. Pete was a good enough guy I guess, I mean he wasn't a jerk to Patrick or anything but a part of me always felt that Pete wasn't as in love with Patrick as Patrick was in love with him. I guess I'm always afraid that Pete's gonna hurt Patrick. I tried to not argue with Patrick about it cause I knew it pissed him off but I just couldn't shake that feeling.

"William! Are you listening to me?" My head snapped up from staring at my phone. My dad was looking straight ahead as we were driving but I could feel his glare being intended for me.

"Sorry dad, I wasn't paying attention. I was spacing out." I felt his hand dart across my face. It stung terribly but not nearly as bad as his normal abuse. My breathing increased and my heartbeat jumped. I knew there would be a red mark left on my cheek, but no one would ever notice. My phone vibrated in my hand and I knew my dad heard it. He grabbed it out of my hand and threw it in the backseat.

"You don't need that piece of shit. I was talking about that Gabe kid. I haven't seen him around much lately. Are you two still friends?" I gulped. Why in hell was my dad asking about Gabe?

"Yeah, we're still cool. He's just been busy taking care of his younger sister." I lied nicely.

"Hmm...ok." His answer scared me, well actually terrified me.

"Why do you ask, Dad?"

"Well I just wanted to know if you had told that kid anything about home." My dad wasn't stupid. He knew what he did and most of the time didn't deny it, to us anyways. Sometimes he'd watch as we applied the cover up or nurse our wounds. I always wondered if the reason he always consumed the high amounts of alcohol was out of guilt for what he did to us.

"No dad, I haven't...," My heart was heavy not only from the lie to him but the fact that he had to ask me that. No dad should ever have to ask their own kid that.

"Good...cause you know what would happen. Did you tell anyone else anything?" I answered no again to his questions. My dad just nodded and continued forward. My phone was having a little vibrating fest in the back of the car. I winced every time it went off because of my dad's slight twitch at the sound.

"Wow, can your friends stop texting you? That annoying piece of plastic just won't stop going off!" He stated aloud. This was once again just a situation where he wanted to hear his own voice.

"Sorry..." I mumbled and stared back out the front window. It was silent until we were at the hospital where my dad once again ran down his speech about the hospital. I quickly ran to the backseat and fished for my phone and followed my dad. I read through the couple texts I had received.

"Really Will? You always have to find some way to make a crack at Pete. I know you two aren't the best of buddies but I really do love him, so please try to ignore your dislike for him."

I sighed and hit reply."As you wish." I moved onto Gabe's ignoring the tone  of that text.

"Purple of course lol! Haha Oh Bilvy you act like I would say no to that. Of course I'll kiss it better!" A smile spread across my face from the text. I followed my dad into the hospital and finished composing the text with my one good hand on the way in. I found another thing I wasn't enjoying only having use of one arm.

"Lol well you never know. One day you could just ,oh I don't know,  stop liking me."

My dad and I waited in the waiting room for the second time that day. This time a different nurse came out. She had her deep brown curls pulled back into a sleek ponytail. Her eyes were a faded, sad green but there was still a smile on her lips. I had to give her props for trying so hard to be happy.

"William Beckett?" I stood up and walked to a small room with cabinets and a couple chairs. There was also bed like table with crinkly white paper on top of it. I assumed that was where I had to be.

"So William it says here you broke your wrist running and you tripped, correct?" I nodded and she smiled at me. "Do you trip often or is this a onetime deal?"

I laughed a little. "Well I'm kind of a klutz but this kind of tripping was hopefully a onetime deal."

"Well I'm glad to hear you don't have any sort of plans to continue this bone breaking spree. Now what color cast would you like? We have every color in the rainbow and beyond."

"Purple," I said immediately thinking of Gabe. The nurse smiled and started cleaning my wrist off with a wet rag and then wrapped my arm in this cotton material. Over the cotton she put she put some wetted down purple fiberglass strips. She smiled and talked to me as she wrapped up my wrist and hand.

"Now this cast is waterproof, which, I'm sure is very helpful for you. We'll schedule you in to have it removed in 3-4 weeks." I smiled at the nurse and thanked her. She smiled back and told me to stop tripping.

My dad went and made the appointment. The cast felt warm as the fiberglass had just finished drying and turning into its hard state.

I felt my phone go off in my pocket and yanked it out. It was Pete.

"Why are you so against me being with Patrick?" I gulped and hit the red end call button on my phone. I didn't want to explain myself to him. It wasn't worth it to me. Why would Pete even care why I disapproved of him?

My dad and I had a very silent ride home. He asked once how my arm felt. I said it hurt but he didn't really reply with much but a grunt.

When we finally made it home mom had cooked lemon chicken and red potatoes for us. I muttered a thank you and my dad just took his food and went to the living room with a bottle of Smirnoff and a glass of ice. This was routine. Take the food and alcohol, numb all emotions/senses and swing at your wife and kid while babbling about how much you hate them both. My mom and I had a short conversation about my cast and what the nurse had told me. She seemed interested but my mind or heart wasn't in the conversation. I was too busy thinking about that stupid text that Pete sent me. The words were burned into my mind "Why are you so against me being with Patrick?" Why wasn't I? Pete was an arrogant, rich douche that liked to insult anyone he felt the need to and not to mention the fact that he flirted with anyone that moved. There was no reason that Patrick should have to be with that sort of guy he deserved so much better.

"I'm going up to my room." I said after eating the last bite of the baked chicken breast. My mom just nodded and continued at her food. I climbed up the stairs trying so hard to get Pete's text out of my mind but it wasn't working. My phone went off in my pocket again and I felt a lump rise into my throat. I knew it was Pete.

"Do I get an answer William? Or are you just going to accuse me without actually backing it up?" My stomach twisted in knots. I had a million reasons but no way to actually explain them over texts. It'd also only make me sound like a hypocrite because of Gabe and I. But, then again, Gabe was far different than Pete.

I ignored the text and picked up my iPod turning on Back and Forth by Joel Tock. There was something about the way he played his guitar and his voice that made me wanna die of happiness. I grabbed the nearest book and laid flat on my bed trying to fall asleep. Soon something louder than my music was heard. It was a crash. I glanced over at my clock, 6:54. It was about that time again. My dad yelled something but because of the distance between us and the slur from the alcohol I wasn't able to catch it. My stomach lurched when I heard my mom scream. I set down the book and ran down the steps to see my dad had thrown my mom on top of the dining room table. Silverware of all sorts were scattered around the floor a fork was had stabbed my mom in her arm. There was blood leaking out of the side where the tongs had forced themselves through her delicate skin. It wasn't in too deep to do any serious damage but I could tell that every pain receptor in her body wasn't going to let her believe that. I turned to look away but I heard my dad say my name in a drunken slur and I couldn't help but snap my attention to him.

He glared at me with a haze covering his eyes. "Go back to your room. Now." I glanced over to my mom and she stared at me with a look of please just listen to him. I bolted back up to my room and grabbed my phone. Gabe.

"Please pick up...," I muttered to myself. The phone rang and rang. Each ring made me shake even more than I already was.

"Hola this be Gabe. I'm not at my phone right now or I am and I'm just ignoring you. If it's number two sucks to be you! Leave a message after the beep!"

"Gabe it's Will. You've gotta call me back. Please. I really need you right now," I felt tears start slipping down face and a lump in my throat appear making it harder and harder to speak. "Please just call me back. I love you."

I sat in my room in a little ball shaking and crying, trying to control my body's rattling. There was a thunderous slam at the door. From the sound of it I felt like the door was going to fly off the hinges. I gulped as I watched the knob turn. Everything seemed to be running in slow motion. Soon the door was open and my dad was walking in, anger burning in his eyes. He walked towards me like a tiger slinking towards his prey. He grabbed my good wrist and yanked me off the ground only to knock me against the nearest wall. I groaned, my head spinning from the contact with the wall. I heard my phone go off and a sudden fear shot through my spine. Gabe.

My dad reached over to the ground and picked up my cell while still pinning me tightly to the wall.

"Hello Gabe, this is William's father. William is a little preoccupied and will call you back later," He turned his attention back to me. "Now...what will we do with you?"