Phases of a Bad Boy

Chapter 4~Savior

CHAPTER 4-

I yawn and stretch as I sit up and look around my room. I'm surprised to see the darkness outside and poke my head out of my room to check the time on the clock in the hallway: 11:47 p.m.

I slip back into my room and turn on the lights. I walk over to my window and look down at the street below. Dad's car isn't parked in front of our house and dread fills me as I realize what condition my father will be coming home in.

Hoping to distract myself, I lift my eyes up to see if Daydreamer is still in his room. Sure enough, he is, and he is still reading his book. He lays on his back on his bed, book in hand, and ankles crossed over one another.

I decide to watch him like a person would watch television, and since I don't have one, he seems to be the next best option.

After about ten minutes of the most boring live show ever, Daydreamer suddenly hops up off his bed and shuffles away from his door. Fear is obvious on his face and I frown, wondering what could make him act this way.

The door to his bedroom suddenly bursts open and a man that could only be Daydreamer's father glares at his son. I see his mouth moving and I know he's shouting.

Daydreamer shrinks back into the wall and winces at every word his father says as if it's phisically hurting him. His dad takes a step forward and yells loudly enough that I can hear it, muffled by the distance.

I watch as Daydreamer shrugs and his father lashes out, ripping the book out of his son's hands and smacking him across the face with it.

My eyes widen and I jump up off the bed as Daydreamer falls to the ground. I grip the window sill as the father kicks his son in the stomach and pulls him up off the ground.

He balls his poor son's shirt into his hand and screams at him again. Daydreamer says something that I can't make out but whatever he said made his dad furious.

He punches his son in the jaw, causing him to fall over onto his desk that faces the window. He slams into it and I can tell he's winded as he gasps for breath.

His eyes lift up and look out the window. Even at this distance, I can see his eyes widen and his face pale as he makes eye contact with me and realizes that I have seen the whole thing.

The cruel man behind him slams his elbow into Daydreamer's side causing him to fall sideways and out of my sight.

Without thinking, I turn and run out my bedroom door and sprint down the staircase. I fling the front door open and hop over the porch steps.

I speed across the street and stop in front of Daydreamer's front door. I pause for only a moment before jabbing my thumb against the doorbell.

I wait, bouncing anxiously on my toes until the door is opened and Daydreamer's evil father stands there, looking completely normal as if he hadn't just beaten his son.

"Can I help you?" He says. I blink at him. I hadn't thought this through. Thinking fast, I come up with a lie.

"Hello, sorry to bother you so late but I was just wondering if you had any baking soda?" I reply, giving him an innocent smile.

"You need baking soda this late?" He asks. "Yes, my dad works late and I wanted to make him some cookies for when he comes home." I lie.

He just nods. "Alright, wait here." He says as he turns and walks toward what must be the kitchen

I hear a creaking sound and look up to see Daydreamer looking cautiously down the stairs. When he sees me his eyes grow wide and darken with fear and his face flushes of all color.

He begins to retreat backwards but, getting an idea, I wave my arms at him, signaling him to come downstairs. He quickly shakes his head 'no' but I press my hands together as if begging him.

He slowly turns around and takes a few steps down the stairs when his father walks back into the hallway. They make eye contact and Daydreamer must realize that there's no going back now because he continues down the stairs.

"Wow." I say, looking at him with what I hope is a convincing confused look. "What happened to you?"

Daydreamer's father glances at his son and then looks back at me. "Skating accident." He lies, plainly. "Ouch, you need to be more careful. All the kids at school will think you've been jumped or something." I say, trying to remind the father of what could happen to him if he got caught for child abuse.

After a moment's pause, the father holds out the box of baking soda to me. "Here."

"Oh, thanks." I respond, taking the box.

"Hey, you're bleeding. You should probably get a band aide on that or something." I add, hoping Daydreamer will get my clue. He does.

"Y-yeah, right." He says as he turns around and hurries up the stairs. "Well, thanks again, Mr...?"

"Grean." He answers.

"Right, Mr. Grean. Thank you!" I say before the door is closed.

I instantly drop my smile into a furious scowl as soon as the door is shut. I turn and begin walking back toward my house when I hear the screeching of tires on pavement.

I look up to see an old, rusty car moving drunkedly up the road. Dad. If he catches me outside the house I'm dead. Before I can be captured in the light from the car, I quickly dive behind the Grean's mailbox and pray I'm not found.

The light moves over the mailbox and I press my back into it, trying to make myself as small as possible. The light moves past me and I tilt my head back in relief.

As I look up my eyes meet with Daydreamer's. He looks down at me from his window with a hard expression on his face that I can't really read.

I flinch and look away when I hear the car door slam. Horror fills me as I suddenly realize that I can't go back inside through the door or dad will see me. I crane my neck around the mailbox and look desperately around my house for anyway back into my room, and thats when I notice the tree.

A tree sits beside my house, its branches curling around and ending right beside my window. Perfect.

I quickly sprint across the street and scramble up that tree trunk as fast as I can. When I reach the branch that reaches toward my window I swing my leg over it and shuffle down it until I reach my window. I slide it up and stick one leg and then my head in when I hear my bedroom door slam.

I don't even get a chance to look up before daddy grabs a handfull of my hair and yanks me through the window.

I fall down onto the floor, face-first. Dad reaches down and pulls me off the floor and into his chest, his breath reeking of alchohol. He shouts in my ear so loudly, I don't even know what he said.

He punches me in the eye and slaps may face so I fall backwards onto my bed. I know what's coming but I just don't want to face it so I spring off the bed and dash for the door.

Just as I'm about to reach it, I get kicked in the back and I fall forward, hitting my head against the door. Stars fly across my vision and I start to black out but I'm not lucky enough.

I remain awake and my vision returns as my father pummels me with his fists. He throws me onto the bed so I'm laying on my stomach, looking out the window.

Blood is dripping down into my right eye, blurring my vision, but unfortunately, my left works perfectly and so across the street I see the boy I just saved, watching me as I am beaten and violated.

I feel my father land on top of me on the bed, and as he begins kissing up and down my neck, I reach over to the string that hangs beside my window. I pull on it this way and that and then release it, allowing the shades to fall down.

A/N

So this is kind of a sad chapter

:( and I know it's really long so sorry about that.

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