True P.O.V

Somehow, I found myself wondering on the streets, not having a place in mind as to where to go. A small part of me wished to go to Alister's, but I didn't want to bother him with my issues, it made me sound desperate. Everyone always had to deal with my issues, it makes me feel weak. I don't want to be weak. I shouldn't be so upset over mom slapping me one time, it's nothing compared to the shit I've taken in the past, so why would the simple slap bother and hurt me so badly? I'll never understand it, it might be because of the abuse that potentially scarred me for my entire life.

I think it would be awful if I can't even take a simply slap. People in the future are potentially going to do worse, and I'm letting a single slap get to me??

I found myself at the park, small tears falling from my eyes, and I wiped them away, trying to stop the tears. It wasn't working because right when I wiped my eyes more tears would replace the previous ones.

I went over to one of the benches, shivering slightly from the chilly morning air, and I stupidly left without a coat and left with a short sleeved shirt. It's freezing out here. Why would anyone want to live in a place that gets this cold? It's awful.

I pulled my legs up into my chest as a attempt to get warmer, and wrapped my arms around my legs to hold them in place. It would be my luck if it started to snow. I had heard that snow was coming but I was hoping it would lay off until later, when I was most likely home. In all honesty, I really didn't want to go back home, knowing that the same old shit would likely happen, again and again.

I shiver again as a wind gust blew. The cold air making me want to rush to the closest source of warmth, but I remained sitting on the bench for about twenty minutes before going into motion again, getting up and simply walking in one direction, and simply began walking.

Alister P.O.V

I'm always up early in the morning, it was simply something I had gotten into the habit of. Who wouldn't love a nice warm cup of coffee while waiting for the snow to come, which it was coming, I saw the forecast. I'm not a huge fan of snow but it did look nice and since I had nothing planned for the day, a cup of coffee and Netflix is the perfect combination. About thirty minutes after the small flurries began to tumble from the sky, sticking to the roads and house. I smiled, looking at it before looking back at my open laptop that was sat on the kitchen's island. I was just browsing through the tabs, reading random news that doesn't matter to me.

I smile thinking that my brother and Kyle were cuddling underneath the comforter for warmth right now, most likely naked. They almost always sleep naked.

I was about to make another cup of coffee when a small knock came from the door. I looked towards my front door with confusion. Who was knocking? Why? I swear to god it better not be someone selling something.

I open the door, and was shocked to see True standing there, in a short sleeved shirt, sweat pants, and snow covering him in a light layer.

True P.O.V

I somehow found myself standing outside of the Clenevence estate, which is where I subconscious was wanting us to go. To a place where I felt safe. With Alister.

I reach up to my face, putting a small pressure on where mom hit me and I knew it had bruised from the time she hit me to now.

After working up a little courage, and the need for warmth, I hurried towards the front door and knocked lightly. After a couple seconds the door was opened by Alister who looked shocked to see me. I bet he could see my bruise. I don't want him to see my bruise.

"W-w-? Come in." Alister said grabbing my arm gently and pulling me into the house where I felt a instant warmth that made me so happy. I would have moaned from the warmth.

Alister looked over at me with concern before pushing me towards the couch, where he sat me down before rushing out of the room only to come back a minute later with some dry clothes and a large fluffy looking blanket. He handed me the clothes, before he turned around and I pealed my wet clothes off of my body shivering still.

I pull on the much bigger shirt, and a pair of pajama pants. I grip the blanket and wrap it around me, making me look like a cocoon.

I crash onto the couch, trying to keep as warm as possible, this blanket doing wonders, and I felt Alister sit down next to my head, and he began to gently run his fingers through my hair. It was comforting.

"Where'd you get the bruise?" Alister asked calmly. His fingers continued to run his fingers through my hair calming me.

"Mom." I muttered quietly as his fingers put me to sleep.

Alister P.O.V

I wanted to kill his mother in that moment. Does she not understand what True's been through? How the trauma has effected him to today? She must not considering the fact she went a hit him on his precious face leaving a mark.

I continued to run my fingers through his soft blonde hair, it was the one thing that made him stand out against his siblings and it made him even more beautiful. I was glad that he came here though, he probably didn't feel safe at home, that was probably because he still has the memories of the abuse that he had to face while his father was still alive and his mother certainly wasn't making it any better.

I'd talk to him about it more when he wake back up, but for now, I'll continue to run my fingers through his hair.