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Memorys

Avery P.O.V

I wake up still laying on the ground next to my door, my face stained with tears and the tiniest bit of drool at the corner of my mouth.My bones ache from the hard surface I had just slept on I will admit it wasn't my best idea.

Embarrassment floods over my entire body.Everyone in this house just saw me freak out like a fucking child over being yelled at.I sit up back to the door while groaning into my palms, why me?If they weren't going to kick me out already they sure as hell would be now.

I finally muster up enough will power to get up making my way over to the bathroom connected to my room.I step Into the bath room starting the shower before shutting the door.I strip from my cloths looking at myself in the mirror.Not a good idea.Why couldn't I just have a good body?why do I look like this? I pull my eyes away from the mirror and get in the shower washing all the filth and aches away.

Its 9:14pm, I had put on a giant band T-shirt and a pair of pajama pants on when I had gotten out of the shower.I was in the middle of drying my hair when a knock sounds from the door, you have got to be kidding me.

I unlock the door and open it not making eye contact with Xavier who stood in the door way."Avery I would like to talk to you about what happed today, may I come in?" he asks talking to me as if I where as fragile as a glass sculpture." Yeah whatever,"you may" "I mock his formality to hide my humiliation. 

I sit down in the rolling desk chair spinning slightly."Avery it if very important to me that the people who stay here follow my rules they are all there for good reasons.To keep everyone safe and healthy." Still not making eye contact with him i response blandly "Mhm whatever."I mutter.

"But even so I should't have yelled at you so harshly,I am sorry for Frightening you it was not my intent." he says sounding very guilty. "I wasn't scared, it was the weed" I spit at him defensively.He looks at me slightly shocked at what I had just said clearly disagreeing with my statement.

"Avery I think we both know that's not true."He looks at me gaze hard and soft all at the same time something I didn't know was possible."Don't even, you know not a single thing about me." I snap glaring daggers the man who stood in my room.

Xavier takes a breath before speaking again."You're right I don't know you yet, but I do know what fear looks like." he says before turning towards the door opening it."My office is always open if you want to talk." he says before exiting my room closing the door behind him.

I Stare at the door slightly confused, he didn't kick me out and offered to talk?Im so confused why is he being so nice to me out of all people.

Xaviers P.O.V

I leave Averys room closing the door with a sigh.I make my way down the stairs to where my office is to go work of some paper work involving Averys situation.Most of the boys here were sent by family or by other mental health care places but in Averys case it was different.

Avery was sent to me from the police station by an officer named Stanley who had told me that this was Averys first time getting in bigger trouble with the law since he was 18 or 19 now.He had asked me if I was willing to take someone who had issues with the law which I had no problem a few of the others had been in trouble with the law before.But because Avery was fresh out of being in trouble there was lots of paper work involved.

As I finish my decent down the stairs I see Mave sitting on the couch alone on his phone, he glances up from the screen before spotting me." I was waiting for you." he says gesturing for me to come sit down which I do.I sit down with a sigh and drag my hands across my face."He is going to be one tough case to crack." Mave lets out a snicker "I think we could already tell that the second he introduced himself." 

I laugh with him."You were the same way just I didn't have anyone to lean on with you."I groan placing my head on his shoulder.To this day it will never fail to surprise me how much Mave has changed and grown."Your Xavier you have a way of helping,Even the people who swear they don't need it." He says wrapping his arm around his shoulder."Thank you Mave." I say lifting my head up and placing a peck on his lips before standing.

"Leaving me so soon." he snickers "Sadly I cant be getting distracted I have tons of paperwork." I laugh back his way "Oh so I'm just so distracting." He says teasingly.I smile at him and ruffle his dark red hair "Thank you Mave you always know how to cheer me up." I say before taking my leave .Mave if the type of person who seems like he is just mean and quiet but he is much more and between me and you he's just big sweetie underneath that persona, The second any one of us are upset he always will have a way to attempt to cheer us up.

Averys P.O.V  (TW, SA, ABUSE)

I needed something to get my mind off the conversation I just had,The contents of my bag spilling over the floor when I spot it. A dark blue vile with a black lid, Nail polish perfect. I grab the small bottle and make my way back onto the bed making siting down legs crossed back hunched.

I take off the lid and start applying the first coat of nail polish to my left hand, finger by finger slowly easing my nerves and the smooth coat drys perfectly.I Apply the second coat,And then a third to be safe.Then doing the same to my other hand almost perfectly, it was a skill I had developed around the second year of me constantly painting my nails.

Something about having the color on my nails made me feel less bland and boring almost like a sense of being my own person.It was the same way with my pirceings I have my tongue and my nipples pierced.Also they make me feel sexy which was also one of my main motives but I guess that was also doing something for me.

I never really had much control of my life growing up.My parents are awful people, my mother was very verbally and once and a while physically abusive.There was also multiple times as a kid I went without food for days on end so my mom could get her next coke fix.

And then there was my dad, if satan was a person it would be him.When I was 10 my father declared that I was old enough the pull my own weight and told me if I didn't get a job then he would find me one..And of course nobody in there right mind was about to hire a ten year old so I was stuck with what ever  job he had for me.

I remember it like it was yesterday, leaving that horrid room for the first time.I was sobbing so hard I couldn't breath my whole body shaking as blood ran down my thighs.My father had let his friends force themselves on me for cash that was most likely spent on alcohol.He had continued to do that until I was 16 which is when I ran away.

But I had no money and nowhere to stay, the only was I knew how to make money was prostitution.It gets easier to pretend like it wasn't happening as you get older.I did what I needed to survive.

I snap out of my thoughts starring at my hands with there fresh coat off blue,They were shaking.I squeeze hands into fists jabbing my nails into the skin to calm myself down.God how pathetic am I, crying over a mere thought of the past.  

Nah this made me kinda sad to post but this is a big part of his story,So I glimpse into the past of Avery? I didn't want to make it to sad so I added a bit of fluff between Xavier and Mave ,Would you guys like to see more chapters in other peoples P.O.Vs in the future? -Eli<3

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