Chapter Four

~Alec POV~

The walk home was quiet. He looks nervous, as he falls behind me. I stop, he doesn't. The little shit bumped into me! He squeaked! Squeaked! My gods!

"Are you OK?" he nodes. Well OK now I know something is bothering him. I sling my arm around his shoulder, and he turns red.

"Is it something Josh said?" I guessed. He looks shocked and looks at the ground. I continue to walk pulling him along. "So is it" he doesn't answer. "Then I'll take your silence as yes. Don't listen to him, or Kathy. They won't hurt you. They'll try, but I won't let them. " he looks up. His eyes hopefully. My chest aches as the emeralds finally fill with color, and are not some dull light. "I promise" finally I reached my house. Luckily my mom's car wasn't in the driveway. I had a feeling she'd say something about Jason. When I walked in Hana was there looking mad. No scratch that she was pissed the freak off. What did I do now!?

"Alexander Jared Ham-" OH GOD SHE'S USING MY FULL NAME. I grab Jason and put him behind me, so he's not attached by my demon sister. "Why are you always late! You want to know what I think!? You and dummy JOSH are finding people so you can FEED ON THERE TEARS! Am I wrong?" she asked the last question so sweetly I died. No words honestly. My little sis is scary! She gets it from our mother! "ALEC? HELLO?" I roll my eyes at her, Not showing my fear.

"Really Hana? Feeding on tears. You read too many fanfics. " rage engulfs her face.

"Alec, I swear-"

"CALM DOWN"

"CALM DOWN?" oops. I'm dead. "YOU DON'T TELL A GIRL TO CALM DOWN!" she walked towards me with all her rage. Jason pokes his head out from behind my back. She stopped in her tracks. "who is he?" The confusion on her face almost made me laugh. Almost.

"Hana this is Jason. Jason this is my demonic sister Hana!". She growled at me and shoved me aside, exposing Jason and his small form. His face turns red at the exposure. He gives a small wave and his eyes move towards me. He's silently screaming for help, I can hear it so clearly. Sorry I mouthed. His eyes grew large. I can protect him from bullies but not Hana, she's something else entirely!

"why'd you bring him here? Did you at least ask mom? He can't be your friend because you don't even have any? Unless… " her blue eyes light up. "Aww Alec you got your first friend! I'm not mad at you anymore!" Then she squeezed the daylights out of him. Quite literally. All the color drained from his face, he looked black and white.

"he's not my first friend! I had Josh!" she turned to me.

"Like I said, First friend!" than she smiled and did this stupid dance. I sighed. Jason looked bewildered, he had no idea what was going on. I grabbed his hand, and pulled him to my room.

"We have stuff to do Hana!" I yelled at her.

"oh~? That kind of friend?" she raised her eyebrows.

"No idea what you're talking about!" I say.

For some reason that last comment got me all flustered. I didn't get what she meant. When we got into my room I shut the door and fell on my bed.

"s-So um d-did you need h-help w-with-"

"Yeah I'll pull it out" I cut him off knowing what he's going to ask. He nods, while I move across my room to my bag. He just stands there watching. I grab the work and put it in the bed, then I walk up to him. He took a step back. I grab his shoulders and steer him to my bed sitting him down. "relax! I'm not going to bite. Unless you want me to" I smirked and he turned red. I gave him the work, showing him the work I did. He looked at the page and his green eyes lit up. He mumbled something I didn't catch, then turned to me.

"You forgot a step" I frowned. "d-don't worry it's fixable" he took the pencil and erased the work that took me like TWO HOURS to do. The sad part is he only erased problem one.

"So basically all you have to do is remember the formula because, one you wrote it down wrong and two you forgot a step. The formula is A multiplied by the quantity of x squared plus B x plus C, which equals Y. So first you subtract the C to the equation and Y, Because the what-you-do-to-one-side-you-do-to-the-other rule. Then you missed this step. You're supposed to get rid of the A by dividing than you….. " sooo I lost him at the word "basically"! I just watched him speak. His lips moved perfectly. His voice is soft and kind. I noticed that when he's comfortable he doesn't stutter. His sentences flow perfectly off his lips. Gods they look so soft! Is he still talking? His eyes were serious as he kept writing out all the things I didn't do. He kept talking. I blocked out the words and concentrated on the sound of his voice. You think he sings? He'd be a good singer!

"-ander d-did you g-get that?"

"did I get what now?" he sighed looking annoyed.

"huh OK I'll say it again-"

"wait don't I won't listen! Is there a simpler way to do this?" he took another breath and simplified what he said.

The hours ticked by and my feet and head were hurting. Don't ask me why but there were. It felt like I was walking into a void and had to get out by walking to the exit! But it's a VOID! And I had a bad headache. I just wanted to fall asleep listening to him sing!

"You w-want to d-do a-another"

"NO!" I grabbed the page from him and threw it to the ground. He jumped, and Squeaked. Again with that adorable noise! What's wrong with me! I leaned back letting my back hit the bedsheets. I groaned, and he…. Wait for it… he GIGGLED!! It was the cutest thing. My face turned red and I buried my face in a pillow screaming incoherent words.

"are we done?" My heart panged in my chest. He wants to leave.

"yeah " I muttered. My face still in a pillow.

"c-cool. Um d-did you w-w-"

"I want to watch a movie! Come on I'm bored" I say pulling him down on my bed. He squeaked, again. I grabbed the remote off my nightstand and turned on the TV, that was mounted on the wall. I put on a show from Netflix and layed back. Jason looked uncomfortable. Like he didn't know how to lay down. I rolled my eyes, and pulled him in between my legs he stiffened at my touch. I wrapped my arm around his chest, and lay my head in the crook of his neck. Slowly he began to breath and loosen up. I moved my head slightly to look at him and he winced in pain. He turned white as I lifted my head. I reached up to his collar and pulled it down. Dark bruises covered the back of his neck. He shook In my arms, he looked away from me ashamed.

"What happened?, who did this "

"I-its n-nothi-"

"NOTHING MY ASS!" he flinched. "do you have someone?" disgust flashes across his face and shakes his head. "then who did this?"

"n-no one" his voice is small. anger fills me. I vowed to protect him! I won't let some prick take advantage of him. A thought goes through my mind. I swear if he did I'm going to kill him.

"did Josh do this?" he looked at me shaking his head. I can tell he's telling me the truth. So who did this.

"who? Please I want to help" anger and fear filled his emeralds. He quickly moved away from me. I grabbed his wrist. He cried out. This time I didn't let go. He pulled and struggled. Then he broke down in a fit of sobs.

"d-don't hurt me p-please" he cried, and my heart shattered. I slide on the floor next to his crying stature, again I pull him in my lap.

"I'm not here to hurt you. Please let me help. " He continued to cry in my arms. I took his wrist and pulled back his sleeve. I looked away gagging. His wrist was cut badly. 6 deep cuts were slit across his pale skin. He sobbed harder saying he was sorry. That he just couldn't take it. His words were coming out so choppy I didn't catch it all. I just let him sob in my shirt, clinging onto me for dear life. It hurt me to see. His phone buzzed in his pocket he quickly took it out still muttering his apologies. As he read the text his face drained. He looked ghostly and sick.

"i-i haf t-to go. " his voice is slurred

"please don't!" he grabbed his things and headed toward the door. I stopped him, spinning him around to face me. His tear stained eyes are drained and hollow.

"i-i'm sorry" he got on his toes and pressed his lips against mine. Then ran out the door leaving me stunned.

That night I couldn't sleep. I lay awake worried about the small boy with suicidal tendencies. Who hurt him? The same person scares him? The same person who makes his life feel miserable? What could I do to help? How could I find out who did this? Finally after hours of restless sleep I got an hour in.

That morning when I walked in the class Jason wasn't there. That worried me. Mr. Ricks asked me how tutoring went. I told him it was good and I'd continue to get help from Jason. He nodded and the bell rang. He didn't walk into class. Mr. Ricks took role. He was marked absent. He started the lesson. My eyes stayed glued to the door. It seemed like forever, but the door busted open showing a small boy leaning against the doorframe shaking. His legs gave out. I watched as he fell to the floor. Laughter seemed to echo across the room. Everything was in slow motion.

"-ilton" my head snapped up. At my teacher's voice. "take him to the nurses office." I nodded and gathered all my things. I picked Jason up by his collar dragging him out of the class.

In the Hall I let him go he slumped against the wall. I didn't want to take him to the school nurse, I was taking him home. I pulled out my phone and dialed my mom. She answered immediately.

"honey what's wrong"

"are you at home?"

"Yes, why?"

"can you come get me? We got a patient " I knew my mom would get it. She herself was a nurse full time.

"OK i'm on my way" then she hung up.

I grabbed Jason, who was crying. I looked at him and pulled his hood back. His face was flushed red, and his eyes were dilated. In fact his eye color had changed. His left eye was a deep empty blue sea, the other was an empty green. His face was cut up and bleeding. Both tears and blood ran down his face, staining his old jacket and shirt.

I only waited two minutes when my mom's silver car pulled into the school. I opened the door and carefully put the crying boy in the back set of the car, then crawled in after him. All the way home he mumbled about going back. I grabbed him and wiped the tears and blood off his face with my sleeve. His breath smelled of alcohol. That's not a good sign.

"what happened?"

"I don't know, but I'm going to find out!"

We pulled into my driveway and mom helped me take him out of the car. We got him on the couch where mom had all her supplies out and open on the table. She cleaned his face, she pulled shards of class out of his deep cuts. She cursed under her breath, as did I. Who did this? And why? After she stitched the deeper wounds, and stopped the small ones from bleeding, She stepped back saying he needed to rest. He looked at me.

"alexander?" I moved closer to him holding his hands. "why are you crying?" I wiped my face with the back of my hand, surprised to find it wet with tears.

"tell me what happened" his eyes glossed over with tears.

"h-he was m-mad be-beca-ase I stayed with you. A-and he- th-this m-orn-ning he m-made me! I-i didn't w-want to! " he broke into sobs. I wiped his face.

"what did he do?"

"h-he made m-me drink i-it! A-an I d-don't feel g-good" the alcohol! Damn!

"who did this?"

"My f-father, and last night he, he " another rack of sobs escaped his lips.

"what did he do?"

"s-said h-he needed m-me" I don't get it. I must have looked confused. "he m-made me h-ave s-sex with h-him, as p-punish-shment, he a-alwys does. " The marks on his neck. They're hickies. My gods. He's getting rapes by his father! Anger boiled my blood. His body gave into the strain of the alcohol, and his breathing slowed down. Soon he was asleep. Breathing lightly leaving me with hate, anger, and disgust for his father.