Part One-
Ian Hecox sat alone in his cold bedroom, crying and trembling in fear. Would this keep going on? As of Ian, did anybody care about HIS feelings anymore? Did he tell? Or just stay on mute? For him, everything was hazey. It felt as if his life didn't really matter to his parents, at all. He didn't understand. Why him, of all people? Why did he only have his one friend through all of it? The unexplainible bruises and scars made Ian seem like someone who's friendship was worthless-except to his practical brother, Anthony Padilla. Ian had known Anthony ever since sixth grade-and they've been closer then close ever since. Anthony was the only person who fully understood Ian. They told eachother everything. They didn't like to be away from eachother-ever.
Downstairs, Ian heard a bunch of yelling going on. Great. That meant his dad was pissed, which meant Ian wasn't going to be treated good by any means. Since his mom was yelling too, that meant she wasn't completely hammered, not at the time, anyways. Even more tears dribbled out of Ian's cold blue eyes. Only sixteen years old, and he was stressed. Perfect, just perfect. Ian quickly pulled out his cellphone, and dialed Anthony's number-as fast as he could.
"Hello?" Anthony's wispy voice answered quietly. Ian wiped his tears on the arm of his red Adidas sweatshirt.
"Anthony, it's Ian. Can I come over?"
"Parents fighting?"
"Yeah. I don't want it to get worse." Ian said, looking at the cold cement floor. After Anthony hung up, Ian snuck downstairs and took his car keys of the hook.
"Ian Hecox, where do you think you're going?" Ian heard his dad's voice from behind him. Ian spun around.
"Um, Anthony's." he said, his voice rising in fear. His dad grabbed Ian by his skinny arm.
"Your voice went up-are you lying to me?" He asked hastily. Ian knew what was coming.
TBC