After the incident in the bathroom I convinced Francisco to let me just wash him instead of going into the bath with him. After his bath he finished doing what ever he had to while I sat on his bed. He soon came out of the bathroom on a pair of pajamas pants.

I smiled and he sat next to me.

"So when did all of the abuse start?" he said jumping right on topic. I sighed and looked down.

"It all started when my mom passed..."

Flashback

Mom lays in the casket looking so peaceful. I looked up at my father to see tears in his eyes. I leaned over to hug him and to give him comfort when he pushed me away. I was compleatly speechless. He just rejected my comfort...

One week later...

I walked down the stairs into my kitchen seeing him sitting at the table face down crying. I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around him. He stood up and threw my arms away. He pushed me to the ground.

"Your the reason she's gone! Your the reason she wouldn't hold on!" he screamed.

"You know that's not true! She died because she was sick!" I yelled back. He stepped forward and grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and slammed me into the wall.

"Don't you dare raise your voice at me!" he screamed raising his hand to slap me across the face. It only got worse from here...

A month later...

My father grabbed a knife out of the kitchen drawer and chased me pinning me into the corner. I looked at him horrified. He's  trying to kill me!  He swung the knife back and tried to stab me in the neck. I put my arms up to my face and moved over the slightest bit to save my neck being sliced. My arm was caught in the cross fire. The knife caught my arm and slid down leaving a long cut. It immediately started to burn and  sting. I ran from my father and up to my room. Once I was safely in my room I put a bandage hastily over my arm and grabbed a bag. I pulled out a few items of clothes and other necessities and stuffed them in my bag. I climbed out of my window and made my way down to my motor bile. I jumped on and raced down the streets of the city. as I was riding down the street something strange caught my eye. Two feet were sticking out of the ally. I walked over to investigate. The laid a dead man, or so I thought. He coughed and spluttered out.

"Please help me please!" I ran to his side and looked for a specific wound. I told him to stay there and went to find help. An ambulance came and brought the man to the hospital. That was the way I was introduced to Nathanial.

End of flash backs...

After I finished explaining the stories that haunt my past I was tried. I looked at him and silently begged for sleep. He laied down and pulled the covers over us. Just before I was drifting into sleep I heard Francisco say,
"Tomorrow we're leaving so you'll have to help me pack." Hmm wonder where we're going...

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The next morning I was woken up with a light shake of my shoulder.

"Andy. Wake up we have to pack." he said softly. I opened up my eyes to see Francisco dressed in a suit and tie waiting for me. I groaned and pulled the covers over my head. I heard him chuckle and sit on the bed.

"Sweet heart you have to wake up me have a long ride ahead of us." he said softly. I threw the blankets off of me and stood up walking into the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and jumped a little. Damn I look like crap. I washed my face and looked for something I can put my hair up in. I soon found a hair tie and pulled my hair into a messy bun.  I walked out of the bathroom and walked into Francisco's suites I liked closet and pulled out a suite case. I proceeded to pick out the suites I liked. Then it dawned on me that I have no idea how long we are going to be staying or where we are going.

"Umm Francisco...Where are we going and how long are we staying?" he chuckled and replied.

"We are going to Florence and we are staying for two weeks."

Alright so I picked out nine suites, eight pairs of pajamas and underwear along with socks. I folded everything and put it neatly into the suit case. I looked at what I accomplished and felt proud that I did all of that within about ten minutes. Then I got to thinking...I have no clothes.

"Francisco I hate to sound needy but I have no clothes. The only clothes I have is my uniform."

"I know. Once we get to Florence you and I are going to go shopping."

"Ok"

Well this should be fun...

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6 hours later

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We heard the plane touch the run way and I was beyond excited to see where we were going. We had a butler man person grab our bags and put them into the back of the large van. I walked off the plane and looked at the beautiful city surrounding me. This was surreal! I can't believe this is happening! Francisco grabbed my hand and walked me over to the van. He opened the door and helped me into the car. I strapped my seat belt on and waited for Francisco to come into the van. He hopped into and started it up

"So where are we going first?" I asked completely excited. He looked at me amused and buckled his seat belt.

"Well I thought that clothes aren't that important and you could just walk around naked." he said looking at the road. I sat in pure shock.

"I'm just kidding, we're going to the Viewmont mall down the road."

"Thank god I thought you were serious!" I huffed out a sigh of relief. He let out a small laugh. I looked at him and just admired what I saw. His chocolate brown eyes twinkle as he laughs and how he crinkles his eyes as he smiles. I didn't realize I was staring until he looked back at me. I cleared my throat and looked away at my lap.

"I like it when I catch you staring at me." he stated grasping my hands. "It makes me feel like someone actually cares." he said with a hint of sadness. I don't know his secret yet but i'm going to make it my mission to find out...