Gosh, I'm sorry, it's another angst fic. I promise the next one will be fluff. :)

Warning! Domestic Abuse

"Come out, come out wherever you are."

Jared's breathing picked up as he sunk down in his closet, trying to hide himself under a pile of clothes.

"Jared, do you hear that? It sounds like someone is hiding." Connor's footsteps sounded outside of Jared's room. "Are you hiding from me, Jared?"

Jared shook just from the sound of Connor's voice, he tried to push himself back more, but was only met with the cold wall of the back of the closet.

"Jared, I just want to speak with you." Connor cooed, but Jared could tell that hidden behind that sweet voice was burning rage.

He heard the door jiggle, and it brought him relief that he had locked it. Connor couldn't get in just yet.

"Jared, don't you want to speak with me?" Connor's voice was calm and even. "If you come out now I'll go easy on you, I swear."

Jared's stomach twisted as he considered this. It would hurt a lot less and maybe this time he wouldn't have to wear makeup to hide a black eye.

"I'm giving you until the count of ten, Jared." He could hear Connor's smirk.

"One."

Jared began to tremble as he bit his lip.

"Two."

Should he go out? It would make everything easier, and it would be over quicker

"Three."

Jared threw the pile of clothes off of himself.

"Four."

He slid open the closet door and peeked around the room.

"Five."

Carefully, Jared stepped out of the closet, his heart pulsing.

"Six."

He slowly made his way over to the door, eyes locked on the ground.

"Seven."

Staring at the doorknob, Jared stood there, unsure of what he should do.

"Eight."

He reached out a hand and took the knob in his grasp.

"Nine."

Jared's hand shook as his fingers reached at the lock.

"Ten-"

Jared unlocked the door and opened it, looking up at Connor.

"How can I help you, Connor?" Jared asked sweetly.