SOTC: Not Afraid - Eminem

~1 Month Later~

"CHAD! I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO STOP DOING THAT?!" Marshal yelled at me. We were in his room and he was looking at my wrist.

"YOU WERE FINE FOR A WHOLE MONTH! WHY WOULD YOU START AGAIN?!" I put my head down at his words but he just made me look at him again.

"TELL ME WHY!" I bit my lip to keep from crying. I lifted my shirt to show him the bruises on my stomach.

"That's why Mar." He looked at the bruise then at me. I dropped my shirt, got up, and walked out of his room. I heard his quick footsteps behind me.

"Chad, who did it?" He put his hand on my shoulder and turned me to him.

"Wow. A month ago you were acting like you knew everything about me but now you don't know who did this?" I gave him a fake chuckle and got out of his grip.

"Chad...Why would they do that?"

"BECAUSE THEY FUCKING HATE ME! THAT'S WHY!" I turned away and tried to leave again. But he grabbed me once again. "Stop grabbing me..."

"As long as you stop trying to walk away from me." I didn't need to look at him to know he was smirking. He moved his hand from my arm.

"Chad, promise me something, the next time your parents hit you or something, call me. Please? I'm tired of seeing you hurt." I nodded my head and we walked outside.

"You better text me when you get home." He gently punched my arm.

"I will. I will." I smiled and started to walk away.

"Wait!" He put his hand on my shoulder and turned me to him.

"Wha-" His lips connected with mine. When he pulled away he was smiling.

"See you later." He smirked and walked into his house. I turned away and quickly left. Why did he... I can't believe he... I sighed. Why must he tease me like this?

~10 Minutes Later~

I looked at my house, sighed, and walked in. I was expecting the usual 'why are you home so early' or 'get out of my house' but I didn't expect to be greeted by my older brother, Griffin.

"Hey little brother!" He smiled and hugged me. I quickly shoved my hand in my pocket. He'll throw a bitch fit if he found out I cut myself.

"How are you Chad?" He smiled and let me go.

"I've been good Grif. Why are you home?" We walked into the kitchen.

"School's out. Duuh." He playfully shoved me and I smiled.

"It's out for YOU. I still have two weeks."

"Like you'll do anything these two weeks." He smirked and looked in the fridge.

"Where's mom and dad?" Not like I cared.

"I don't know. When I got here they were gone." He pulled two cans of sodas out the fridge and handed one to me. I wasn't thinkg and I reached for it with my cut wrist.

"CHAD!" I jumped and looked at him. He set the sodas down and grabbed my hand. "I thought you stopped...?"

"I did." I yanked my hand away from him, grabbed a soda and started to go to my room. I knew he was following.

"You're afraid arn't you?"

"Afraid of what?" I turned around to look at him.

"You're afraid to face your problems at school so you have to cut right?" He looked into my eyes and I stared back.

"I'm not afraid to face my problems! You've never been in my shoes Griffin! You and sis were always liked by everyone at school! And by our parents! While I am hated by everyone! Including those two!" I pointed to my parents as they walked. When Grif turned around I quickly ran in my room, slammed the door, and locked it.

"I don't really like your brother Chad." I looked at the person on my bed.

"Why are you here...?"

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Slight cliffhanger! 8D