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"Where-where were you?" My father slurred. I kept my back facing the wall, not having the strength in me to face the man I once called daddy. "Answer me boy!" He roared. "Out. With some friends." I said in monotone.

"I-I-I bet you were out screwing some boy!" He accused, shovinga thick finger in my face as he spun me around. So here I was, trapped against the door by my rapist of a father. "So you pre-pretend to hate it when I fuck you, but not when someone else does? You're just-just a little slut!" He shouted.

"What the hell is with everyone calling me a slut now a days?! Huh? And what kind of father rapes and abuses their only child repeatedly?!" I had finally snapped. But I had snapped in front of the wrong person. His fist came down hard on my cheek, blood seeping from the open wound on my lip. "You're an ungrateful brat! I put a roof over your head, clothes on your back and food on the table. All I ask for is one thing in return, but you can't even give me that!" The blows were coming harsher and faster, but my body had gone numb. Now, my father was by no means ugly. In fact, one might say he's very handsome. He was 6'4, with a lean build. He had short, blonde hair and dark blue eyes, muscles in cased his arms and legs. My mother had massive big blue eyes, her hair was the palest of blondes, almost white.

When my mother had first run away, my father would always tell me that I looked exactly like her;  same eyes, same short height and skinny body. My hair was the only thing I got from my father.

"Get up, you worthless slut." He growled. Blacks spots started to blur my vision, but before I completely succumbed to the darkness, I saw him spit on me before laughing and walking away.

Kale

I rolled of the girl whose name I had already forgotten and let out a massive breath of air. "Out." I said. She looked at me, mascara smudged eyes shocked. "But I thought we could snuggle." She pouted. "No. Out." She made a whinning sound but started to pull on her clothes. "By sexy." She winked before leaving.

Percy. Percy. Percy. He was just swimming around my head, with his big eyes framed by his long lashes, his perfect smile, his adorable height. So what was stopping me? Sure, we had kissed. Well, more then kissed, but why didn't I just ask him to be mine?

Fear.

Fear of rejection. Goddamn it. I sighed and ran a hand through my sex hair before pulling on my clothes. I scrolled through my contacts on my phone before finding the one I wanted; Izzy. No oine would think we would be friends, considering we don't even talk much, but shes like a little sister to me. I've known her since she was a baby. The only thing I regret is when we got so drunk that-well- we had sex. But if anything that made us closer. "Hey darling." I said when she answered. "Hey sweetie. Whats wrong?" She asked.

"Were does Percy live?" After getting the address from her, I plugged my headphones in and started to walk there.

I knocked on the door and waited patiently. No reply. So I knocked again and the door opened gently. Like you know in a horror movie, and the door opens with a creak and you're shouting "DON'T GO IN THERE YOU HOE! YOU'RE GONNA DIE!" But they don't listen and go in anyway? Yeah that's what I did. And there, laying in a pool of blood, was Percy.

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The hospital was eerily white, the sound of beeping and hushed voices filled the halls. My mother, father, brothers and sisters sat with me, worry etched all over their faces. "Mr Addam?" A policemen called.

"Can you explained what happend please?"

"I-" I choked back a sob. "I'm so stupid. I should have seen the signs."

"Go on." The police woman said.

"I needed to talk to him, so I went to his house. But he was just laying there."

"What did you need to talk to him about?" She asked. I froze, what can I tell her?

"School." I mumbled. "But before that, I saw bruises on his arms, that looked like finger marks. I just thought that someone had accidently grabbed him to hard." She nodded and jotted a few things down on her note book.

"We will be arresting his father on suspicion of child abuse." She said with an affirmative nod.

"Mr and Mrs Addam's, I just have one question for you. Since Percy's father will be in custody and his mother cannot be found, we were wondering if Percy could stay at your house until we can fid his mum?"

"Of course!" My mother rushed, her blue eyes drowing with concern. I smiled gently; I loved my mum. She was kind and sweet, and always put her children first. "We have more then enough room. Heck, we'll even adopt him if we have to!" She smiled lovingly. My father wrapped his arm around her and looked at her with adoring eyes. My parents had known each other since they were six or seven and had started dating when they were thirteen, finally getting married when they were twenty-three, two years after the birth of their first child and my older brother Tarran.

"He's awake." A doctor said.

"Hey Percy." I said softly, slowly sitting down on the seat beside his bed. "Kale." He whispered roughly. I held his hand in mine, noticing the difference in size. "Hi Percy, I'm Kale's mother." Mum sat down on the other side of him. "Hi." He said shyly. "If it's okay with you, you're gonna live with us now. Just until they find your mum. Is that okay?" She asked kindly. He stared at her in shock, before bursting out crying. Mum jumped up and hugged him gently, minding his wounds. He clung to her like a baby. "Shhhh." She rocked him from side to side, slowly stroking the side of his face that wasn't wrapped in plasters.

This is why I love my mum.

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AWWWWWWWWWW!!!! I love Mrs. Addam.

See things are looking better for Percy. But will they find his mum? And why did she run away?

I think this is the longest one so far!!!

Vote, comment, fan, make cookies not war. Do what ya gotta do.

PEACE

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