True P.O.V

Halloween. Ever since I was young, it was by far my favorite holiday. Why? Because I loved dressing up as someone else. The mindset that for one day, I could be somebody else was truly amazing, I simply love it.

It's a holiday my family can't ruin, they don't have to be apart of my Halloween, unlike Christmas or Thanksgiving, both of which are holidays I don't celebrate with my family, and sometimes at all.

I know very sad, I don't celebrate a holiday like pretty much everybody else, well who would want to celebrate it alone? I don't want to celebrate a holiday made for families if my own family doesn't want to celebrate it with me. Make sense?

Halloween this year happened to land on a Monday, which was okay to me, I didn't care what day Halloween is on, as long as it's Halloween. Though I would have preferred it to be on a Friday or Saturday, oh well.

I had spent the last two day's at Karin's who didn't mind having me, I was generally quieter than most children, my natural instinct is to speak only when spoken to, which I did pretty well at. Karin said to be careful of my bruises, especially the ones on my back, and the large gash on my stomach. My leg was healing pretty well, as long as I didn't mess with it, and it didn't get hurt worse then it would heal fairly soon. Which I glad for, since it had been bothering me recently, Karin said it was from me walking on it, and putting pressure on it. She said that people who got a gash on their leg like I did, all the way through, did walk on their leg the day after, she said some people didn't walk on it for a month since the shard of glass had gone through some muscle but it could have been worse.

I'm not going to think the worse because with my luck it might just happen.

I don't want it to happen so . . .

I smiled at the thought, I was danger prone, so the worst that can happen, probably will.

I walk out of Kyle's old room at Karins, a smile on the brink of popping onto my face, but it wasn't quite there yet. I wasn't happy, not in the least, I was . . . content. Yes, content was a very good word choice to explain how I was feeling but that contentment would fade, it always does. Just got to give it maybe an hour or so.

I walk into the kitchen, finding Karin sitting at the island, sipping on a cup of coffee, her hair pulled back into a perfect bun.

She was wearing a dress-suit, she was obviously going into work today, like going to the hospital or doctor's office. Some people are scared of Karin, but I knew her before she was a strict doctor, so I was cool with her cool attitude. It reminded me of my uncle on my dad's side, we don't see him anymore, he and dad had a fallout and simply don't talk anymore.

My uncle, Ruth, was a stern man, but he was a family man, who simply didn't care that I was bi, I think he knew before I did. He asked me when I was eight, a year before he and dad had the fallout, he asked if I was gay, and I answered with that I was attracted to both boys and girls. He accepted that instantly, saying he'd love me regardless of who I loved, regardless of what gender I preferred, a hole is a hole regardless of the genitalia that they had.

I walked towards Karin and sat across from her. She looked up to me, smiled before looking back down at her laptop which sat in front of her.

"Good morning, True." She said in a quiet voice, a voice that I had grown used to, a voice that had talked to me after an extremely bad nightmare, had comforted me when I needed comfort. I loved Karin like a sister, she was much more of a sister than my own sister is. Which is pretty sad if you think about it.

"Good morning," I reply laying my head on top of my arms, which were crossed on top of the island. I rubbed my eyes, rubbing the crust out of my eyes, extremely tired and sleepy.

I watched Karin sip the coffee in her cup, watch the steam gush into the air.

I looked over to the wall clock watching it click the seconds away, loving every moment though they were practically worthless.

When the clock hit 6:45, I slipped out of the bar stool.

"Bye Karin, thanks for letting me stay," I said hugging her, she responded instantly wrapping her hands around me, hugging me tightly into her.

I smiled, a true actual smile, something I don't do very often. Just as quickly the smile appeared on my face, it disappeared like it never existed, and since no one saw it, it never did.

I stepped back and gave her the tiniest smile possible.

I turned away from her walking out of the front door. I close the door quietly behind me, glad I had an adult figure who cared about me. I know my aunt and uncle do, my grandparent's, however, do not. I have only seemed then five times in my whole life.

I walk over to my bike, kicking the stand out from under it, and starting my engine. I climb onto the bike, before pushing it off and begin driving to school.

It was a slightly longer drive because Karin's house is further away from the school, and further away from the mafia.

Something I was glad of, I wanted Karin, and even little Nika protected from the mafia. Kyle knew the risks, and I hope he took every single one into consideration because dating a mafia prince isn't the safest thing for your family.

My family is drenched in the mafia, but that was unpreventable, it was all my father knew how to do, so I couldn't complain, I wouldn't complain regardless, I didn't want to face my father's leather belt. It was absolutely the worst thing possible, well not but it was one of the worst things my father does to me.

I park where I normally do, I get off of my bike and walk towards the school. I walk onto the campus seeing girls' wearing puffy skirts handing out flyers for the Halloween Dance that was of course tonight. I don't know if I'm going to the dance yet or not, since I'm not very popular in this school. I'm not very sure about it, I may or may not attend because unless Kyle forces me to go, which I doubt he will since he himself probably wouldn't go to the dance either since he rather goes home and has sex with Luke than go to a school dance.

I walk past the girls in tutus and shiny outfits, cheerleaders waving their pom-poms but they were orange and black instead of our school colors, silver and purple.

I walk past all the excitement for a stupid dance, no one really giving me a second glance since they were too excited about the dance to really give me, the bi nerd, any attention.

I walk to my locker, ignoring the loud chatter about the stupid dance, that I didn't hear someone walking up behind me or even the bell ringing, I didn't know until I was slammed into my locker, in an empty hallway because everyone was in their classroom's already.

A hand pushes me into the locker, while another hand slams next to my head. My eyes widen shocked but when I look at the hand I knew who it was. Union. And that scared me, especially with what he did in class last time.

"I found you." He slurred in my ear, his front pressing into my back. I shiver but not from pleasure like most people do, but in fear. I feared Union, any logical person would. You see a 5"8" person being pinned by a 6"1" person you know something isn't right, bullying is the first thing that will come to your mind every time unless lovers do, but if it does then please, go to your therapist cause you need some help.

"Guess what?" He whispered into my ear, pushing me even further into the lockers, trapping me between the cold, hard lockers and my bully. Not a good combination at all. "I'm going to the dance." Well, my ever so slight plan of going to the dance is gone.

"But you know what?" He began to ask. I shook my head and began to struggle making him laugh. He pulled me up from the locker, turning me around before slamming me back into the metal. A quiet whimper leaving my lips. He grinned at that. "You're going to the dance too!" He said cheerfully. I instantly began to shake my head no, but he slammed my head into the locker again, stopping the motion, and the world got a little blurry, blackness in the corner of my eyes that isn't usually there.

"Your going because I told you to! You don't go and I'll beat your ass!" He yelled at me, pushing me every harder into the locker, my back yelling at me stop him, every spot that was hit by my father's belt felt like a volcano. I felt like bursting into tears, but I held back the sweet tasting water, I've cried enough to taste tears, their sweet.

"DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!?!" He yelled quietly to avoid getting caught by teachers. I nod my head quickly. He smiled at me before releasing me from his painful hold and him walking away but before turning the hallway he stopped and turned back, "You better show up!" He turned back around and walked down another hallway out of my sight. I sigh and I crumble to the floor, pulling my legs into my chest, trying to think it all through. Union was going to be the death of me.

I pull myself up from the dirty school hallway floor. I needed to prepare myself for tonight, who knows what Union has planned and I needed to be ready . . . for anything.

Even if it wasn't going to end well, I needed to be mentally and emotionally ready for anything.

Holy shit.

What the fuck is Union planning?!?