-Dakota ^^^^^^-

Keaton P.O.V

The voices screamed at me, "How could you let them bring him here?! It's just one more person to judge you!!" To which I growled back, "Shut up.. I don't know what this kid has been through, but I sure know that it wasn't good, so don't say this kid'll judge me for you.." The voices then resulted to just screaming at an ear-splitting frequency. I yelled out in pain and gripped my ears tightly, then I swung my fist out and it hit my wall hard. I felt the blood start to seep down my fingers and I did it again... And again... And again, just wanting the voices to stop. My knuckles were on fire and when I glanced at the wall, I saw the deep red color of blood on the plaster. It's a wonder I didn't punch right through it... I know mom and dad told me to control myself until they could explain to Dakota about me, but the voices didn't listen to anyone, not even me sometimes. That's what made me the most livid, I couldn't stop them even if I wanted to. They'd just keep yelling, and screaming, and cursing... I yelled out as I gripped my head tightly then ended up knocking something off of my desk that made a big thud. Crap. That's gonna raise questions..

The voices kept screaming at me, flooding my ears with their curses and everything I didn't want to hear about another person living with us. I looked at my trembling hand and saw the blood, not caring, I began to punch the wall again, as hard as my body would let me, screaming, "STOP! JUST LEAVE ME ALONE! I'M TRIED OF THIS BULL--" I stopped and yelped as my fist cracked the wall. The voice screeched at me, "You'll never get rid of us, unless you make us leave." I knew what this meant, another attempt to get me to put a pistol to my head.

I did that once when I was 14 and I was put on suicide watch for three weeks. I hadn't had any thoughts about that since I got out of rehab. But, oh well, I guess they're back... My hand throbbed but I didn't care, I fell back onto the floor, my back against the frame of my bed, gripping my hair, rocking back and forth, trying to wait out the voices. I felt the tears before I realised they were dripping down my cheeks. I saw my door open and I looked up, only to see that little twerp in my doorway... Great...

Dakota P.O.V

As the thuds and screaming went on, I found myself wincing at the fact Keaton sounded like he was in pure agony. I felt my hands trembling as I tried to pick up my fork. After a few seconds, I put my fork down and pushed my nearly empty plate away, I didn't even get to eat very much and I had lost my appetite. Hearing Keaton like this reminded me of my screams when I was being beat and it made a chill run down my spine. I couldn't handle it, I stood up from the table, "Excuse me.." I said quietly as I turned and quickly tried to go to the stairs, but Rob stepped in front of me, blocking my path to the stairs, "Don't worry about him, Dakota, he's just being Keaton." He sounded nervous, and-- Ashamed..? Of what? My brows furrowed and I looked at him confused, "Aren't you worried about this? About your son?" Rob looked down nervously and stepped aside slightly, allowing me to push past him.

When I got up the stairs, I went to Keaton's door and tried knocking, suddenly, I heard a scream, "STOP! JUST LEAVE ME ALONE! I'M TIRED OF THE BULL--" Then I heard a yelp and my hand was on the doorknob. I waited a few moments, until it sounded like there was calm in the room, then I twisted the handle. What I saw, shocked me, needless to say. I saw blood dripping down Keaton's hand and to the floor, then I saw the blood on the wall. My eyes widened slightly in worry, the room was trashed and Keaton looked like a wreck. Like he'd just fought a life or death battle.

I could barely take in what I was seeing.. Something was seriously wrong with Keaton, and I had no idea...