True P.O.V

Thanksgiving, it's commonly a day where families get together and enjoy each others company and watch a football game. I don't necessarily participate in Thanksgiving, shocking? Not really to me. They don't celebrate other holidays with me why would they celebrate this one with me.

It had been a couple days since dad had harmed me, lets just say I was even more afraid of the basement now more than ever, I was scared of that man, Sam, who my own father had left me with, and you saw what happened, it wasn't worth it, living that is. I've only been hurt again and again, but I was still here, and every day I wonder why . . . it simply wasn't worth the fight, or the pain that I suffered every day of my life. So why was I still fighting to stay alive?

I couldn't answer that question but something inside me, deep inside me, said it was because of Bryan, Kyle, Claire, Michael. The few people who even slightly seemed to care. Who showed any sign of friendship, or love.

Those who didn't harm me, like those few people, where the ones I counted on.

I was sitting in my room, quietly listening to my family downstairs eating a Thanksgiving meal, I heard laughter and joy, and it was because I wasn't in there, to ruin their happy family memory, I knew they were going to take a picture to capture the memory of a perfect holiday that was only perfect because I wasn't involved.

That made me both happy and sad, I was happy that they were happy, I was sad because they were only happy because I wasn't there to mess up their happiness. I wish I was apart of their happiness but I obviously wasn't supposed to be, my parents constantly told me they wish I hadn't been born, even though they had planned my pregnancy. Guess they didn't get what they wanted, but that's what confuses me, it obviously wasn't because my gender because I have two younger brothers who they love, and I have a sister, so they have the daughter they want. I looked like mom, maybe that was it, but why would my hair color and eyes make them resent me? I guess I'll never find out because I'm not going to ask them, they already hated me and I didn't want that anger to be taken out on me . . . again. Because they've taken their anger out on me, multiple times. It was like a game to them, the worst type of game created, abused True.

It was a messed up game, and it made me want to end it, every single day. It seems that Union also played the game and more and more people joined in, which is GREAT! It's perfect! I'm lying. It isn't perfect, it's awful, even more so, it's dangerous but more dangerous to me than to them.

I sighed as I pulled my legs out from under me. I should get out of the house, because honestly I don't want to be stuck in this house just to hear the joy and happiness my family is having if I'm not going to be involved, which I knew I wasn't going to be because they hate me, but a boy could wish. But I'd have to be careful about it, I couldn't let them catch me sneaking out, I'd end up in the basement if they caught me. I shiver, the basement wasn't a place I wanted to be right now. I never ever wanted to go into the basement again, but it would happen again, I knew that for sure.

I slipped on my converse, which was silver and glittery, which was one of my favorite pairs of shoes, for whatever reason. I think it was my gayer side coming out from its shell.

I grab my light backpack, which had money, an extra cheap phone, and a computer inside, along with a light seat of extra clothes, socks, and a pair of combat boots, along with a handgun and a pocket knife.

I had to be ready for anything the second I stepped out of the house, and I had to be stealthy since dad had guards surrounding the house, and though my dad hated me, they wouldn't let me out of the house if they caught me. I couldn't let them catch me, I refused to let them catch me, not today, not ever.

I carefully crept out of my small ass room before heading towards the stairs carefully taking each step, I couldn't go out the front door, so I was going to go out the back door, which is close to a fence, and close to my bike.

All I needed to do was get by the guards and I would be out of here in a flash, no one would even know I'm gone, and thankfully I know one of the main guards, Jason, and he looks out for me, says I'm not snobby like my other siblings which were very true.

I mean, I wasn't spoilt like my siblings with there smartphones, jet ski's, private jets. They wouldn't have that stuff if they had to work for it. I mean seriously, they probably couldn't work for shit, they'd be potheads in my option. Probably because that's all they'd be able to do, since well, they're pretty useless if I'm being completely honest.

It kind of hurts me to think like that about my parents.

I climbed out the living room window hearing my family laugh and joke with each other, enjoying each others company, and I was envious. I wanted to be apart of that, but I knew it just wasn't meant to be, if it was, I'd be in there with my family, laughing along with them.

It wasn't ever going to be meant to be. Oh well, when they need a kidney they better not come crawling to me, or if I'm not alive, whatever comes first because I sure as hell don't know which one is coming first.

No one knows, but my peers at school seem to want that day to be very soon.

In fact, they tell me to kill myself every single day but I haven't . . . yet.

But yet is like saying maybe, it's the most uncertain word in the world, but yet meant it was going to happen, eventually.

I like that word, eventually.

It fitted my personality perfectly.

Because my suicide was going to happen, there was no doubt about that, it only got worse every day. I wasn't even afraid of it anymore. When I first got the idea to kill myself, the idea scared me so much that I cried out in fear, thankfully it had been in the bathroom, and no one was home. Not that anyone would have cared if they came and checked on whoever cried out since most of my siblings obviously don't love me. They just tolerate my existence at this point nothing more nothing more, nothing less.

To them, I'll never be more or less to them, that's how sad it was. I wanted to be more, I wanted to be important, to be just as much as my siblings are to my parents, and for them to love me just as much as my other siblings are to my parents, and more. But those are just dreams that are never going to happen based on whats going on in my life, as of now.

I land on the damp grass from the sprinklers and I crouch low to the ground, hoping to avoid someone from seeing me. If they saw me the basement would be where I'd fall asleep no question about it.

I rush on the damp ground, crouched low to avoid being caught on sight by the guards unless it was Jason, and Jason alone, he'd let me by without question. I rush around the house and hurry towards the other side where my bike was.

And thank god I made it without being caught, I pushed it towards the fence, which had vines covering, I move some of the vines and a hole in the fence appeared, big enough to push my bike through, which I did, and rushed through it as well, before moving the vines back into place as if nothing had been moved.

Because as far as anybody could tell, nothing had.

I push my bike to the road before starting it and driving to the park near the middle of the city because I didn't want to be close to home, not right now and it wasn't like anybody would notice they were all home with there families not out at work. Hardly anybody worked on Thanksgiving.

Not that anyone else would even see me, being as they weren't even outside of there living room, let alone house.

I park my motorcycle outside and jump off, before walking over to the swing set and sat down before kicking my feet to push myself off the ground, causing the swings to move, making a small smile appear on my face as I enjoyed the swinging motion. I love to swing on swings it simply feels me with joy.

I swung humming to a song that was stuck in my head, and as I hummed I closed my eyes, enjoying the silence.

I rather be a lover than a fighter

Cuz all my life I've been fighten

Never found the feeling of comfort oh

All this time I've been hiding

Never found a place to call my own, oh no, I'm so used to sharing

I love that song, it simply understands me. I also like Khalid as a singer especially with how young he is being only nineteen years old.

I was a fan of his other song Location as well because Silence was made with Marshmello instead of a solo song made by him only.

I sat there, happier than I was inside that house, I was happier now more I was at school than most of my life.

I was enjoying the light breeze which didn't bother me like it should but I was also used to a freezing basement that could be called a cellar.

I hummed myself to contentment before I even knew someone had sat down in the swing next to me.

Alister P.O.V

Luke and Kyle decided they wanted to spend this holiday trapped in there room having holiday sex which was fine with me, I didn't want to hang out them anyway.

I wanted out of my oversized house, not wanting to work on mafia stuff either decided to take a drive to the park nearby that Kyle mentioned being within my city, which I ruled over.

I took my motorcycle just for the sake of not wanting to drive one of my many, and I mean many cars. Why would I want to drive a car when I could have driven a bike on such a good Thanksgiving afternoon? I don't know who, but a lot of people, the crazy ones who simply rather drive a car than a motorcycle, I personally think it saves gas.

I pull up to the park seeing another motorcycle already parked near the park, and I just knew I had seen that specific bike before, I knew it very well, deep inside my soul.

I parked my bike before putting it into a park and walked over to the swings before noticing my favorite blond haired boy in the world, True.

He had his eyes closed and he was humming so he wouldn't have noticed me unless he opened his eyes and paid attention, I thought it was cute. I sit in the swing next to him for a while waiting for him to notice me but he didn't open his eyes, he simply continued to hum. After a while, I wanted his attention so I got up and walked in front of him and tapped his shoulder, but I didn't get the reaction I expected.

True P.O.V

I just swang there humming softly to myself before someone tapped my shoulder. My protective instincts kicked in and I jumped up and pinned whoever it was on the ground, me straddling whoever it was, my small knife in whoever it this person was, throat.

I after a moment, I noticed it was the mafia boss, Alister.

My eyes widen as I stared down at him in shock, I had just pinned down the mafia leader. I felt proud of myself for a moment before realizing that could get me killed but Alister didn't look like he was going to kill me, he looked baffled and as shocked as I was. He was so shocked I had pinned him down and had him in a kill position, not that I'd kill him, I don't really have a reason to kill Alister.

Damn . . . how do I get out of this situation?

Alister P.O.V

He instantly grabbed my wrist, leaped off the swing, and in seconds I was on the wood chips covering the parks playground area. I felt cold metal touch my throat and my mind went blank.

How did this kid pin me down?

He had a damn knife to my throat! Am I slacking off in training?

True's eyes bulged out of there sockets after realizing who he exactly pinned down.

I felt a slight amount of pride knowing this kid could protect himself against anybody, including a mafia leader.

He looked baffled that this happened and then I realized the position we were in.

He was straddling me. This boy had his legs around my waist and upper thigh, the thought instantly made me put my shield in my brain up, or else I'd get hard, and that would be awkward.

He slowly moved the small knife from my neck, while looking sheepish, before pushing himself off of me.

He pulled the knife back into his boots, before lowering a hand to help me up off the ground, after pulling myself up he looked over at me shyly.

"Sorry about that," He mumbled quietly before rubbing the back of his head, still seeing baffled and shocked by the turn of events.

"It's fine, I should apologize for surprising you half to death," I said feeling the need to apologize as well, for whatever reason, it was my fault that I startled him, I knew he was defensively protective of himself and would hurt you if he needed to protect himself, which he did since he was scared when I touched him.

Not in a dirty way or anything.

"So . . . " He drawled out before sitting back on the swing and looked up at me, and for the first time, I noticed the backpack sitting at the pole of the swing set keeping it attached to the ground. "What are you doing outside on a Thanksgiving afternoon?" He asked looking at me calmly, waiting patiently for my response.

"What are you doing out on a Thanksgiving afternoon?" I countered with the same question just as curious about his response as he was for mine.

"I asked you first." He pointed out, and he was right but I wanted his answer more than he wanted mine.

"But I want to know," I said stubbornly. He looked at me and I could tell he could he thought I was being immature but he caved.

"I wasn't welcome at home, decided why to stay someone where when I obviously wasn't welcome." He said shrugging at the end before looking down, obviously hurt that he wasn't welcome.

Why wasn't he welcome? I couldn't answer that myself and I had a feeling True didn't want to answer, so I wasn't going to push it.

"Luke and Kyle decided to have-"

"Thanksgiving sex, yeah I know, Kyle texted me necked selfies by accident last year so I assumed he'd be doing the same thing again this year." True said smirking at the end making me smile at him, that was so likely to happen.

"Exactly," I said smiling, before turning serious. "So you planning on going home or are your going to use what's in that backpack?" He tensed before loosing and looking over at me, a sad smile appearing on his face.

"I haven't thought about it that far yet," True said smiling softly at me.

That made me tense and a deep protectiveness filled me. I didn't want him to go home if he didn't feel safe or want to.

"You can crash at mine if you want." I offered and he looked at me, looking at me through his eyelashes.

"You sure?" He asked anxiously, making sure it was okay and calmed when I nodded.

"Okay then," He said pushing himself off the swing before grabbing his backpack and nodded his head towards our neatly parked bike.

I followed behind him, unconsciously staring at his ass.

What a mighty fine ass it was though.