Beginning of the End- The pack fanfiction ^-^

Chapter 9

"Sometimes you just need to hear how much you mean to someone."

-----Preston's POV-----

I woke up the next morning in Rob's arms. I didn't want to move and get up, he was so warm. A stayed there wrapped in his arms, after a bit he woke up.

"How long have you been awake?" He asks me.

"Not long." I answer.

"Ok." He unwraps himself from me. Once he did it was so cold in the room. When Rob was done getting out of bed he started packing his stuff.

"Why do you have to go home?" I ask him.

"...I don't know."

"Why not?"

"Because the house I live in doesn't feel like home." He says.

"What is that supposed to mean?" I ask him confused.

"It means that this house seems more like home than the other one."

"Don't you like your dad?"

"...Not really..."

"Oh..." I wonder what happened between them.

"Can I know why?" I ask.

"Now's not the time." He tells me.

"When will?"

"I honestly don't know that either." When our conversation was over he was ready for school and packed, and I was still in my pajamas. He left without another word said to me. I didn't want to get in the way of his dad and him. But I was also curious to why he doesn't like him. Is his dad the reason he doesn't change in PE? Is his dad mean to him? I will have to figure out later. I got out of bed and changed into some normal clothes and was soon ready for school. Everyone was downstairs waiting. We all left to school as a group no one talked the whole way there, it went like that for the next few days until Rob finally told me something at the end of PE.

"Next weekend." He says. Then he walks away. I didn't know what he meant until I remembered about the conversation. Is he ready to tell me? The rest of the week seemed to go by in slow motion, and the weekend was boring too. Rob couldn't come over so I just sat in my bed debating on whether or not to text him. I decided I should to see if he was doing anything.

P-Preston, R-Rob.

P- Hey, you here?

R- Rob is not able to talk right now.

P- Then who's this?

R- His dad.

P- Oh.

R- He will talk to you later. Bye.

Now the weekend got even more boring not being able to text him. The rest of Saturday I just slept, and Sunday I stayed in my room playing games. Monday at school I didn't see Rob or his sister anywhere. When I asked the teacher about them she said that their dad called in and said they were both sick. They weren't at school until Thursday.

"Where have you been?" I asked Rob concerned.

"At my dad's house." He didn't even call it home anymore.

"Oh, what happened?"

"I will tell you, this weekend." He says.

"So are both of you coming over this weekend?"

"Yeah, but Tym isn't going to be with me. She will come later.

"They are ok with anything."

"Great." The rest of Thursday and all of Friday was filled with talk about this weekend. Once Friday was out, Rob and Tym went home and got their stuff. I saw Rob coming and when he got here I opened the door and led him to my room and made him explain.

"So what happened between you and your dad, and why were you gone most of the week."

"... Well between my dad and I, he hates Tym and me just as much because he thinks it's our fault that our mom died, and he hurts us because of it. I was gone most of the week because that weekend our dad made up for all the times we missed it."

"Missed what?"

"He abuses us everyday we get home. Every day on the weekend."

"Oh..." I had no other words to tell him.

"He hurt us more than he usually does during the weekend and we were at home resting."

"What does he do?"

"He usually gets a whip and uses it on me, but he recently started using a blade on my skin. For Tym he just uses the blade, but makes more cuts on her."

"You need to tell the cops or do something about it." I tell him.

"He said if he gets in trouble for it he would kill us."

"Can you move in with us?"

"I can come every weekend, but can't move in."

"What if I told someone?"

"He would know one of us told."

"What do you want to do about it?"

"Don't really have anything else other than not tell anyone."

"Is there anything I can do to help you?"

"Not really."

"Anything else you want to know?" He asks.

"Can I see them?"

"See what?"

"Your scars."

"I-I guess." He takes off his shirt and shows me his back, it's covered in scars. He then shows my his arms and legs, they are covered in cuts some small and some big. I started to tear up at the sight of it. He puts his shirt back on and looks at me.

"It's ok, Preston."

"I can't bear to see you get hurt like this." I let a single tear fall. He wipes it away with his thumb.

"I can handle this by myself. It's nice that you care though."

"Why can't I---." My sentence was cut off from the door bell going off.

"I'll get it." Dylan yells from his room. I hear the door opening and him talking with someone, probably Tym.

"Are you guys ready yet?" Dylan yells up the stairs.

"Almost." I yell back. I look to Rob.

"Ready?"

"Ready."