(James pov.)
My dad's drunken snores fill the house. Anger makes my blood boil.
"This is why mom left you!" I yell, he jumps awake. Beer bottle clutched in his fist.
He stumbles to his feet, smiling viciously. He swings the bottle and before I can get out of the way the bottle crashes into my head. I fall to my knees, head pounding.
I run toward my car, blood streaming into my eyes. I wipe away the blood.
My phone buzzes with a message.
Atlas: You up? Me: Can I come over? Atlas:Yes
I start my car. It takes about three minutes for me to get there.
Atlas opens the door, "what happened?"
"My dad." He nods,"let's get you inside."
He pushes me down on the toilet, wets a rag, and cleans the cut. I smile up at him.
He leans down and hesitantly presses his lips to mine.
I pull him closer, pull away, and press my face into his neck.
"Stay?" He asks quietly.
I nod.
Author Notes: Part Eight
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