This Is a challenge I made for my friends and I
Song: Little Toy Guns
Artist: Carrie Underwood
Picture: (Drawn by me)

Warning: Chapter will contain vulgar language, mentioning of abuse and other things
Read at your own risk ^^
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Craig's POV

My parents never stop fighting, It's endless. Whenever my dad comes home from work, It escalates from a simple 'hello' to cursing and threats between my parents. I always feel like I'm the cause of It, like If I ran away It would stop and they'd be happier without me. I was sitting against the back of the wall In my closet, hiding underneath my hung up clothes. To say I'm scared Is an understatement, I'm frightened. I'm always scared one of my parents would take It to the next level and... I can't even think of that without crying! When my mom Is gone, my dad Is abusive and doesn't care about how much he hurts me at all. He's threatened me so I won't tell mom, that's why I'm always scared of him. I hide In my room when he's home because he hates me.
Oh, I forgot to properly Introduce myself. My name Is Craig Thompson, I'm eleven years old, I'm British and northern Irish, I have green eyes and brown hair and also wear glasses! I currently live In the United States with my parents, who as you can tell, they won't stop yelling. How have they not lost their voices yet?..
I look down and see the silver, heart locket necklace that I've had since I was nine. I always hide In beneath my t-shirt when at school so I don't get teased about It. It's bad enough I get bullied by two kids named Evan and Jonathan. I open the locket up and see a picture of two adults and one child. My mom, long, light brown hair and warm brown eyes. And then my dad, black hair, green eyes and a happy smile on his face. In between them stood a nine year old boy with glasses, brown hair and green eyes. That's me at the age of eight or nine.
The yelling of my parents had gotten louder, I placed my hands over my ears, shaking In fear as tears slipped down my face. "I've had enough of this..." I whispered, hearing footsteps go back down the opposite end of the hallway. I got up quietly and hesitantly opened my closet door. My room was pitch black and no one was In there. I creeped out Into my room and headed straight for my window. I opened It and slid out, carefully climbing my way down the side of the brick house. The second my feet hit the green grass below with a light 'thud', I turned and ran the other direction, I knew where I was going. To my friend Tyler's house. He was a year older then me, making him twelve. He had blue eyes, dark brown hair and always had a sparky attitude. But If you've known him as long as I have, he's really a caring, sweet person, despite him being over protective.
I soon reached Tyler's house, my little hand knocked on the door and I heard "I'll get It!" from Inside. Footsteps were heard until the door opened and there stood Tyler. The second Tyler saw me, he grabbed my arm and dragged me Inside. Quickly closing the door behind him. "Tyler sweetheart, who was It?" Came his mothers voice as she entered the room, she gasped when she saw me. Tears were running down my face and I was staring at the floor. Tyler's mother, Caroline, came over and crouched In front of me. "Craig, sweetheart, what happened?" She asked In a sweet tone, I shook as I cried. "Th-they never stop fighting..." I whispered as I turned around and hugged Tyler, Tyler wrapped his arms around me and let me cry Into his chest. Caroline stood up and smiled sympathetically. She and Tyler both knew what I was talking about because I had told them before, It kind of slipped? "Tyler, why don't you go take Craig up to your room?" She asked, Tyler nodded and guided me up the stairs and Into his room. The second we were In Tyler's room and he closed the door, he turned to me and embraced me. Pulling me close to him. "Craig... what happened this time?" He whispered as I gripped his shirt, tears falling down my face as I tried to calm down. "They never stop fighting Ty..." I whisper, my voice cracking mid-sentence. "I know Craig..." He whispered In a soft tone, he guided me over to his bed. Sitting down as I practically clung to him. "You're safe, okay?" Tyler smiled at me, I sniffed, nodding. "Okay.." I whispered, sitting up.
A knock on the front door below made me jump and cling to Tyler's arm, he shushed me quickly. Footsteps were heard below and the sound of the front door opening. "Mason, May, what are you doing here?" Came Tyler's fathers voice, his father was named Trevor. "Looking for Craig, he ran off for some reason," Came my mother, May's voice. I don't know what was running through my parents head at the time but I didn't care, I didn't want to see them at all. "Well, sorry May, Mason, we haven't seen Craig." Trevor said, lying. Trevor and Caroline both knew I was here and were probably keeping me here and away from my parents for my own safety. "Alright..." Came my father, Mason's voice. He sounded like he didn't believe what Trevor had said. "But we'll call you If we do see him, okay?" Trevor reassured. The two must've nodded because the door closed and a few minutes later, the sound of a car pulling out of the driveway was heard. I let out a sigh, not even noticing I had been holding my breath In. It was currently nine at night. I was tired and Tyler probably was too because we ended up passing out on his bed next to each other, I was still clinging to him for dear life.
I really,
Never wanted to let him go
Ever.

A/N Ayeeee, I finished It Angel! Yw!
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