~Meet up~

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Liam's pov
"What's up bitches?" I said as I walked towards the park bench, I sat down beside Noah. Mark sat on my left while Mia and Shaun were on the other side of the table. Noah and Mark were my closest friends, I had known Mark since he moved here at the start of middle school.

But Noah, I've known Noah since I first started school, he's been there for me since as long as I can remember. He's stuck up for me and helped me out when no one else would, he's healed me a lot, physically and mentally.

Something happens to me that only Noah knows about, I get abused.

My dad has hit me ever since I was four years old, ever since I could understand why. My mom died giving birth to me and my dad hated that. He hated me. So everyday since I was four, he has hit me, kicked me, strangled me, drowned me. He's found any way he could to make my life a living hell, and he sure as hell has succeeded.

I'm sixteen now, that's twelve years of broken bones and bruises, bloody lips and swollen eyes.

Twelve years in hell...

"What's up man? I wondered when you'd get here." I smiled at Noah, I threw my bag down, grabbing out some papers. I pushed them over to Noah with a childish smile, he looked at them before looking up at me. "You are really doing this?" I nodded me head at Noah, the cheeky grin still evident on my face.

"Yup!" I said, popping the p. It was a sheet that had my dad's signature on it, allowing me to get tattoos. Of course, Noah knew I had forged dad's signature. "When are you getting it done?"

"Tonight, this is what I want." I pulled out my phone, showing Noah the pictures. "Damn bro... that's gonna look fucking sick as!" I showed Mark the tattoos, the cheeky smile still on my face. "I agree with Noah, those are gonna look sick as fuck man." Mark handed my phone back, I put it away as I grabbed out the chips I had bought earlier.

I started to munch on them when someone shoved their hand in, stealing a handful of my chips. I glared at the person, Ella. Just great.

"Fuck off Ella, these are my chips. Go get your own." I growled at her, like actually fucking growled. I seriously hate this chick, the only reason she hangs with us is because of Mia.

"Damn Li, I never knew you were secretly a wolf." Noah said with a smirk, I stuck my tongue out at him before turning back to Ella. She tried to snag more of my chips, with my quick reflexes, I whipped the bag away from her. "I said fuck off Ella. My. Chips." I growled out again, Ella simply smirked before she sat down. "Anyone would think you don't eat at home." She said, I simply glared at her.

She's not wrong though, I don't eat at home, I'm not allowed to. Dad says burdens don't deserve food, they make it. I am forced to make dad a meal when he asks, I'm not allowed any of the food at home, not even if I make it.

"Chill Li. Ella, leave Liam's chips, he bought them, they are his."

"Why you gotta ruin the fun Noah?"

"I'm about to ruin something if you don't shut the fuck up." I muttered, angrily shoving three chips into my mouth. I shoved my unfinished chips back into my bag, saving them for later.

Noah tried desperately to hide his laugh as he watched me pout, I simply glared at him. Most people would be terrified, I have a mean ass glare. But not Noah, Noah knows I'd never hurt him, or anyone for that matter.

"I'm sorry Li, I can't take you seriously!" Noah started cracking up, I still had a pissed expression. Everyone was silent, looking at Noah like he was a mad man. "Just fuck up." I sighed, taking a drink of my coffee.

We sat at the table for a few hours, we were currently talking about space, my favourite thing.

"I highly doubt there is any other life form out there. If there were it would have shown itself." I looked at Mia and Ella with wide eyes, are they serious? "Are you guys serious? How do you really think there isn't more life out there? There are more than a billion stars out there! Every star is a sun and you don't think that not even one has some sort of life surrounding it??"

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