-Tys POV-

I turned and groaned uselessly in Adams bed, grabbing the comforters from below my chest and forcing them over my eyes. The light burned at my pupils, my stomach still twisting and fighting against me from last nights dinner.

So far, I was smitten with Adam. He was so kind, and caring, and basically every trait that I have never seen in a human being before him. After my little...INCIDENT last night, he had carried me to bed, and tucked him in, brushing my golden, longs hair out of my eyes and letting me fall asleep peacefully.

Plus, I mean...he hasn't called the cops yet? That's a massive first.

I snuggled into the comforters, my eyes closing once more, knowing that I required all the possible sleep I could get while Sky was at school. He told me I would be taking a "bath" when he got home...something I was foreign to.

Who knows...maybe it'll stay this peaceful...?

One can wish, can't they?

-3rd Persons POV-

Skys mother, Elizabeth, sat downstairs, her eyebrows in a tight knot and a scowl dashed across her face. She hit the button on the remote control with an unexplainable amount of anger, like punching it would express all of her emotions.

She had just settled on a TV show, and had settled back, when a loud THUD. THUD. THUD. echoed on the door behind her. She groaned ; a type of evil scream, masked by a pretty face, painted nails and a long dress.

She was beautiful, but a witch in disguise. One of the worlds hardest enemies.

She threw the remote control aside angrily, slamming it down with a CRUNCH, and propelled herself off of the couch.

"WHO THE HELL IS IT?!" She screamed, pissed that her precious TV time had been stolen from her.

"Please, open the door..." Whispered a gentle voice, a man, from the other side of the door. It sounded pitiful, and depressed, making the young woman yearn to help him.

And that's exactly what she did.

With a flick of the wrist, and a few soft paddings of light feet, the woman walked over to the door, her heart beating quickly. She was anxious to meet the stranger behind the door.

When she pulled it open, she was shocked to see a socifisticafed, upright man behind the door. Even though his air was of self-confidence and a grin was painted across his face, that was the opposite of his look. He was raggy, beaten down and unclean.

"Hello..." She whispered softly, fearing him slightly.

"Hello." He grin stayed on his face for an all of about three seconds before it immediately wiped itself off. "I'm looking for Tyler Ellis."

The woman froze, a look of shock on her face. "T-The son of the actress? I thought he went missing!" She cried, placing one hand on her cheek.

"Yes, well, he was recently discovered running away...and my sources have tracked him down to here. May I come in?" His grin was sweet, handsome, like a shark waiting for its prey to enter its trap.

Skys mother giggled, flipping her hair over her shoulder and standing back, allowing the tall man into her house. The place stank of alcohol, but he just smiled and complimented her on her furniture.

"Is there any way I could go ustairs?" He asked gently, the sweet, luring poison evident in his words. She nodded giddily, jumping from foot to foot as he began to climb up the cluttered stairs.

-Ty's POV-

To say that I was scared is an understatement.

I was laying, propped up against Skys bed, cuddling and playing with a jumpy Ace. I was just scratching behind his ear when I heard the footsteps coming closer and closer.

Immediately, I nudged Ace under the bed, assuming that it was Skys mom and not wanting to mess with her. She seemed crazy, and the over-ruling stench of alcohol was as strong as an ox when you entered the house.

I quickly rearanged myself, snuggling under the covers and turning towards the door, opening one eye slightly and pretending to be asleep otherwise.

I could barely stop the scream that begged to fall from my lips when the man entered the room.

It was then that I knew I would die.

I laid completely still, watching as he began to look around the room, obviously seeing me, but playing dumb. This sickened me to the stomach ; he knew how to drive me to insanity.

My father had always been a violent person ; when he got angry, he hit, and slapped, and took it out physically. But this was terrible. I had exposed us. And now that he had found me, there was no way he would let me leave alive, money aside.

"Ty," he said suddenly, his back to me, both of our bodies completely frozen. Even Ace wasn't panting under the bed, creating a terrifying silence in the room.

"You know me, boy." Even without looking at him, I could SEE the sick smirk spreading across his face, the dark chuckle bubbling up from the pits of his stomach and spilling over his lips. "And you know that I am extremely cross with you for the trouble you have caused us."

He spun around, fists clenched and face turning a bright red in anger. I squeaked, scrambling and pressing my back against the wall next to the bed.

"AND FOR WHAT? TO RUN OFF TO YOUR LITTLE DREAM HOUSE? TO YOUR DREAM BOY? OH, HE RESCUED YOU, RIGHT?" He screamed, grabbing a lamp off of the shelf and slamming it on to the floor with a loud SMASH. Ace whimpered loudly, and I reached down without looking up, grabbing his torso and pulling him onto my lap. I clutched on to his small body, both of us trembling in fright.

"GUESS WHAT?! NICE PEOPLE DON'T EXIST, TYLER. ONLY IN FAIRY TALES. PEOPLE LIE. THEY CHEAT AND THEY FUCK YOU OVER. THERE ARE NO GOOD FUCKING HUMANS OUT IN THAT COLD WORLD SO I WOULD STOP TRYING TO FIND ONE." Fathers chest heaved, his eyes almost red.

"H...He was lying to you, Tyler. No one would be nice to you." He scoffed loudly. "I mean, why would they?" He began to walk closer, feet lumbering in large strides, and started to pull back his clenched palm.

"NO ONE FUCKING CARES!"

One punch, right to the left of the chin. Another, in the forehead. One more, in the stomach this time. A fourth, right to the eye.

By now, Ty had pretty much crumpled over, his bruising body aching and burning in some areas. He clutched on to his stomach, letting out soft moans of pain.

The man pulled back his fists once more, his eyes glinting with an evil anger, evident that he had absolutely no plans of stopping. His fist held a punch ; a rather hard, bruising one.

That is, it would've, if a hand hadn't caught him, stopping him from harming the smaller teen any further.

"Touch him," Sky growled, walking over to Ty and gently holding him. "And I'll kill you."

-A/N-

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