Kimberely

The images of the first time I met him, the first time I kissed him, the time I slapped him, the first time he said my name, the first time he held me kept flashing through my mind and I took out all my frustration on a poor punching bag.

I had been at this for almost an hour and I wasn't going to stop until I felt content. The images continued flashing and I kept punching and punching and as the tears started falling down my face, my punches got harder and harder until my legs got weak and I fell to the ground.

"Hey, hey... " I heard Chloe say and rush towards me, she knelt down and started rubbing circles on my back "Its okay, just let it out" she said in a low and comforting voice.

"Do you think they're dead?... Do you think he's dead?" I asked and her eyes fell to the ground "I know Trevor, he's tough, he's a surviver and I also Wolf, he's a fighter, he went back for Trevor knowing that he would be able to bring him back home to us"

A sudden feeling of pride erupted in me at her words and I couldn't help but smile "You think so?" She smiled at my question and nodded "I know so"

I used the back of my hand to wipe the tears off my face before getting up. She walked out of the gym and I followed behind her and walked straight up to my room.

I locked the door to my room, took off my cloths and walked to the bathroom butt naked. After I was done with my exceptionally long bath, I got dressed and walked straight to the kitchen to get something to eat.

On my way I saw every one for the first time since I had started living here sitting on the dinning table. I opened the fridge and reached inside for a box of cereal and milk, after I was done making my cereal I walked over to the dining table, sat on the only vacant seat, took one spoon of my cereal whilst ignoring everyone as they just stared at me.

Chewing the crunchy goodness in my mouth was evidently disturbing the silence they were all trying to savor but I couldn't have cared less.

After I had chewed and swallowed what was in my mouth I took a deep breath before speaking "I want to kill my father"

Damien

We had successfully landed without any hitches, stole a blue Chevy pick up truck and where on the road back to new York.

The night was quiet and the road was pretty long and lonely. I watched as Trevor slept beside me with the woolen blanket that was in the back seat of the car covering him.

I tapped my hand on the steering wheel and hummed Bruno mars' 24k magic. My stomach grumbled and I remembered that I hadn't eaten in a day.

I see an old looking gas station with a small convenience store and began to pull into it when I was parked, I checked to see if Trevor was still sleeping before going to get something for us.

I walked in and the bell above the door jingled. I walked over to the fridge and pulled out six drinks and put it in the basket I was holding.

I walked around and by the time I was done I had bought two giant bags of chips, biscuits and more chips.

I got into the truck and shoved Trevor gently with my elbow but he didnt wake up, I did it again but he didn't wake up, I grabbed the blanket and tore it off him and slapped his cheek a little hard.

"What the fuck?" He groaned and sat properly and wiping his eyes with the back of his hand "I was just checking to make sure you weren't dead" I said with a mouth full of chips.

"Sorry to disappoint you" he said and snatched the bag of chips from my hand "Hey!" I complained "I'm hungry" he huffed and stuffed a hand full of chips into his mouth.

I turned the key in the ignition, the car started and I continued driving. After we had finished fighting over the snacks and drinks I was getting really sleepy and Trevor wasn't in the mood to handle a steering wheel so I parked by the side of the road, turn off the car and my eyes closed slowly.

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