|I would live forever, if I could, but not like this- Unknown|

True P.O.V

Christmas Eve.

For a majority of teenagers, Christmas Eve is the day that we get money and great food that reminds us of Thanksgiving food, but I don't have Thanksgiving with my family, and I won't be having Christmas Eve with them either.

I wasn't even in the house with my family, I was in a nearby park wondering why they didn't involve me in this holiday out of all of them, but if they didn't celebrate Thanksgiving with me, why in world would they celebrate Christmas with me? They wouldn't, because there them, they aren't going to change.

Some how I ended texting Kyle, because I couldn't think of anything else to do, mainly because I couldn't do anything else and I didn't want to go home to see a shiny christmas tree and presents underneath when I wouldn't be getting a present, nor would I be allowed near the tree. Last year, when everyone went to sleep, I creep down stairs and sat by the tree looking at the skiny tree with sadness and glee, glee because for a second I could pretend, pretend I was apart of the family, pretend they wanted to celebrate this holiday with me, they didn't. I can do that, but no one is home anymore. My whole family already left for the Washington trip, and I had easily been forgotten because my siblings were going to ski on Mountains, play in the snow, have fun, something I would be excluded from because I was here, in New York, while they were there, in Washington, and there going to enjoy the holidays with me no where near there thoughts.

I didn't really expect a responce mainly because it was a holiday and most people are busy on the holidays enjoying there families company. So when my phone buzzed I nearly jumped.

I wanted to laugh, I wasn't even sure there was a christmas movie in the house.

I waited for another response looking around the park and seeing it was snowing, a small smile appeared on my face as I looked up at the freshly falling snow, it was beautiful, I loved snow, it was like glitter on the ground and I loved it, more than I loved rain.

I smile at the idea of him really caring, but I wasn't to sure it was actually him caring.

I look down at the slighty snow covered ground, wondering why I was here, besides knowing the house was depressing. It made me wonder what Bryan, Chris, Michael, Madisyn, what my family was doing. Bryan was probably hoping for Santa Clause to come and bring him gifts.

I don't think anyone in my house was willing to break it to Bryan but whatever my parents wanted to believe is what they can tell him when there ready, which apparently isn't now.

I sigh realizing I'd have to explain this to Kyle as well, after already explaining it to my mental self.

I wait for the respond from Kyle, seeing the small three dots as the message tried to come through.

Simply, if you thought about it really hard but I didn't message him that. I smiled at the snow again, grinning about nothing at all, and I began to wonder how much it was going to snow, since I didn't see on the forecast that we were expecting any snow, but it was a pleasant surprise, I enjoyed snow.

I could tell that didn't please Kyle because the three dots appeared instantly, and I knew he wasn't happy, but that wasn't my goal. I wanted Kyle to be happy it was Christmas, even though it's not a holiday that I participate in, mainly because who wants to celebrate a holiday made to celebrated with family, when no family is around to celebrate? Not me. Not anyone.

I frown, wondering why Kyle even wanted to know which park I was at, but I didn't want to be concerned with why he wanted to know.

I regretted the text moments after I hit send. Kyle didn't need to know where I was, it wasn't any of his business where I was, he should be laughing about a cheesy movie or something with Luke, not this. Not being concerned about someone who isn't going to be alive in about a year.

I waited about five minutes to send that message and didn't get a response for about six minutes after.

I stare down at my phone in a baffled shock. Kyle did . . . what?

A loud honking noise snapped me out of my thoughts and my head popped up to see Alister standing in his open door, on the driver side of his Matte Black Ferrari 458, which was a very nice car.

I looked at Alister in shock, then back down at my phone like it betrayed me. Damn Kyle.

"You coming or what?" Alister yelled looking at me from the same position, and it was that moment that I knew I couldn't back out of it..

I got out of the swing I had sat in for what felt like a couple hours, because it was, and walked over to Alisters Ferrari, and looked at him from my side of the car, looking at him in confusion.

He snorted at me, before nodding towards the door, "Get in." He said with a smirk on his too good face and I did as he said.

I sat in the comforting seats, smiling in the warmth that the heaters gave off. Alister climbed into the car after I closed the door, and I grabbed the seat belt and buckled myself in, wanting to insure that I didn't get hit by the airbag in case of a accident that I doubted would happen.

Alister pushed the gear out of neutral and into the driving gear and we were off and into New York traffic which was at it's minimum because of the holiday, which was probably why Alister got to the park in like ten minutes.

"So," He said breaking the silence that was building up. "Why were you in the park on Christmas Eve?" He asked looking over to me with a raised brow. I sighed looking down at my pale hands, before leaning my head back against the seats headrest.

"My family left me here while they went to Washington." I muttered quietly, but based on the silence as I said it, I knew Alister had heard the words I said.

"Why?" He asked looking over to me with confusion written on his handsome face.

"Probably because they hate me, I don't know." I said, before frowning, realizing that I had sounded like a teenager in that sentence, and didn't like it.

Alister looked over to me, as a frown appeared on his face, "Why would you think they hate you?" He asked, looking at me like that simply didn't register in his mind.

I shrug my shoulder and pull my shirt down slightly, seeing a belt buckle bruise,"Look." I say quietly and he looks over to me, before looking at the area I wanted him to look at.

"Is that from a belt buckle?" He asked looking baffled at the bruise that was a turning purplish and had faint signs of being greenish. I nodded to him. "How in the hell did you get a belt buckle wound on the shoulders?!" He demanded looking anger.

"Dad." I said looking over to him a raised a brow, "I have reasonable reasons to believe my family hates me." I said giving a gentle smile to Alister.

It was silent the rest of the ride.

But I was fine with that, I prefered silence anyway.