𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐎𝐒

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟔

ALESSIO

I shut my mouth open, my grandparent's duty was to watch me for a few months until my parents came back from vacation. It was my eleventh birthday, it was supposed to be fun However, my grandparents are cruel. They hurt me. They hit me. I grew up with parents who never dared to hit me, I was beloved. These nights, Ive been hit, hurt, and mentally abused.

I hid in my closet, not wanting to be yelled at. Only sixteen more minutes until they go to bed, then I won't have to deal with them. I think they're coming, so I pressed my lips shut, feeling the oxygen disappear. "Where are you? Get the fuck out you useless child." I don't know what they have against me, and I don't want to know.

The light of my bedroom appears when my grandfather opened the closet door. I didn't have time to speak, I got pulled out y the grasp of his hand on my neck. He pushed me out with force. "Your mother must have been sick to give birth to such a spoiled boy." His hand gripped my neck. I didn't care to fight against him, and I wasn't planning on telling my parents either. I just gave in to the madness.

A punch landed on my stomach, making me clench my abdomen.

I felt my body tense, I jolted awake. Another fucking nightmare. I didn't bother telling anyone about these nightmares that have been haunting me for years, or what happens whenever my grandparents are here to watch me.

I found out why they despise me so much. My mom's parents loathe me because she got pregnant at sweet sixteen. I don't care, and I don't want to think about it. I got used to these nightmares, every fucking night. No one knows about them, no one has to. I became pretty used to the idea of being alone.

I checked the date, only two days until the little devil's birthday. I already planned her gift, three weeks ago. My friends insisted I was obsessed because I prepared it way too early. But I wasn't, I simply find Avery Raven one of the most interesting and amusing girls ever.

She doesn't have to try or be perfect, because just a smile of hers could have me on my knees. She doesn't have to attempt to get attention or throw herself at guys because guys would be the ones throwing themselves at her. Although, if any guy does throw himself at her, he would be fucked up. I wouldn't let any guy touch her, not because I love her or something, I just don't want her to be hurt. Guys don't deserve her, she was too good for them.

I remember in sixth grade, I used to write poems for her, except no one would know. I never mentioned it, it was a phase. I found her the prettiest girl in our school, maybe in the fucking world. I was a kid, I don't think like that anymore. Our innocence gets ripped away from us, that's why I want to protect Avery from being shattered. When were young, people around us that are adults or our parents assume that we know nothing, when really, we know more than them.

I heard the doorbell and I jogged downstairs. I expected my friends, so I just welcomed them in, more like they welcomed themselves in. Damon, Grayson, and Jaxon walked into my bedroom and sat comfortably on the bed.

"Jaxon, what happened to your eyebrow? There's a bruise." I asked, they all turned to Damon.

"This asshole asked to box, as a joke. But he ended up seriously punching me hard."

"It's like he wanted to hurt you." Grayson suggested grinning. I smirked and nodded agreeing. Damon shrugged and took his phone out, texting someone. I didn't miss the way his eyes softened, that was Marcella Crist.

Our best friend's sister, the one we all promised to stay away from because her brother is protective as fuck. But the rule had been broken, and all of us are betraying our friend. I don't think it will stay a secret that long. Marcella and Damon would get caught, they can't lie forever.