I forgot it was my birthday.

My life possibly couldn't get any worse. Mom killed herself... Almost like a birthday present for me...

Dad didn't let me dwell on the thought though. The deadly look in his eyes reflected exactly what I had seen him looking at mom with when he beat her.

But it soon turned to absolute disgust after he realized I was being held by Lucas.

Had I mentioned before when I said my parents told me it was ok to be different, I mean mostly my mom. Go figure. My dad just sat by and let it happen, I suppose he guessed I was going to turn out like he wanted without leading me in the direction he wanted.

He sneered at me, "So this is what you've been doing here, huh? instead of being properly treated, you're messing around with every guy in this house?!"

I couldn't describe the wave of emotions i was feeling. My week had been going horribly already and then he comes by to make it just that much worse. I was disgusted, I wanted to yell at my dad more than I ever have. I was beyond disgusted with what he had said.

I screamed at him, red filling my vision, "Fuck you! What do you know, huh? Nothing! Mom is dead because of you, you killer her and I know you want me dead now so you can have what she left for me. Well too bad! You're not getting any penny!"

He looked up at me on the stairs, fuming with anger and started sprinting towards me. I hadn't registered what he was doing until he was a mere few feet away. But it was too late even then.

"You pathetic little bitch! I raised you! Gave you a god damn roof over your fucking head and fed your fat ass!"

He took a last jump up the stairs to me then grabbed the roots of my hair with such force like he did mom, only he took the advantages of the stairs and threw me down them. We were only halfway up the staircase but it hurt like shit.

Brandon had been shoved aside in the process of my dad running up to me, and he hadn't had the time to stop me from falling even though he tried.

I landed roughly on my back at the bottom with a loud grunt. My head was spinning but nothing felt too bad.

I sat up in a rush, Aaron quickly at my side helping me.

Staring at my dad who had changed from previously a furious man to now emotionless and cold. His stare sunk into mine as we now were engaged in a war.

He took a single step down the stairs, then another.

"You even said it yourself, I don't fucking love you" he spat.

He left Lucas and Brandon unharmed, and started heading down the stairs for me, but Lucas didn't do the same.

He kicked dads feet from under him then stood back and let him slide down the stairs. His pathetic body tumbled down the stairs most likely in a similar fashion to mine. It looked fucking stupid.

In any other situation I would've laughed so hard but I couldn't feel anything other than rage and numbness.

He finished falling down the length of the staircase and attempted to get up. Only Aaron was on top of him, knee to his back as dad laid on his stomach.

He let out a low groan of pain when Aaron positioned his arms behind his back.

Reed came up behind me and simply stood behind me, not in a menacing way. He just stood there, prepared. I don't know why or for what.

Brandon and Lucas slowly moved down the stairs and around the two grown men.

As soon as they finished their mini migration, Brandon held out his hand against mine taking it within his hold.

"Colin, honey. Would you mind calling the police?" Aaron breathed out after struggling to keep dad in one position.

"Okay-"

"NO DON'T CALL THE FUCKING COPS!" Dad screamed out from the floor. Fucking pathetic.

"I-I I'LL FUCKIN LEAVE JUST DON'T CALL THE COPS!"

But Colin had already slipped into Aaron's office, I could barely hear the small boy talking to someone over the pleads of my father.

"I'll leave and never come back! Please!"

It was only another few seconds for him to realize that he wasn't getting out of this.

So he laid his head on the floor in defeat and Aaron had relaxed on a tiny bit.

But a tiny bit too much. Dad took him off guard and threw Aaron to the side then jumped up to his feet, looking as though he was ready to kill.

And I think he was.

He looked me dead in the eyes once again before removing a hunting knife from the inside of his waistband.

"You do know YOU'RE the reason my fucking wife fucking died!? She died because you left her! She died because you didn't love her! It's your fucking fault no one loves you now! She's the only one that ever did!" He screamed.

Even though he was far enough away I was temporarily safe from any physical danger, it felt like he was in my face. It felt like his knife had been lodged deep in my stomach, emptying out all of me.

I killed her?

I killed my mom? She's dead because of me..?

She's.. dead because of... me.

N-no! She didn't.. blame anyone.

Tears began to build up behind my eyes when suddenly a warm sensation flooded through my face. It felt like a paper cut but across my face.

I started to scream in pain. Blood dripping from my right eyebrow to my nose. The vision in my right eye went blurry then black.

He had managed to cut my fucking face.

Only he would've cut more had Reed not been there. Reed shoved him away as he ran towards us, but got to me first. I had fallen to the ground, throwing my face into my hands to attempt to stop the bleeding.

Reed was currently beating dads face in, his semi limp body weakly trying to resist the punches but failing miserably.

Brandon and Lucas were surrounding me worry plastered over their faces as London came sprinting back with a first aid kit. Handy.

They ripped it open and placed gauzes on my face protecting the injury. I had started crying at some point when the pain felt almost unbearable.

Aaron soon ran over to us, concern painted across his face. He moved the boys away and started to attend to the cut.

****

I opened my eyes to a naturally lit room.

"Ah good evening, Avery."

The voice was new, unlike anyone at the house. Where was I?

I started to sit up in the uncomfortable bed.

A man, about 35 walked up to me and gently placed a tray of mildly disgusting looking food on the table next to me.

"My name is Doctor Opael, how are you feeling?"

I looked around, ignoring his question for a moment. There was a large window to the left, I could see the sun setting. There was a beautiful orange light cascading into the room.

There were two IV's hooked up into my right arm with a liquid slowly dripping into the tube.

My face also felt oddly restrained. And my vision was only half of what It normally was?

I simply shrugged, my throat slightly parched.

He seemed to understand that I wasn't going to talk, "You have been asleep for the past 2 days, I'm positive it was out of exhaustion and not due to your injury."

"I've been informed that you along with your housemates got into a fight with your.. father?" He asked as though I was going to out lash at the mention of my dad. I didn't really care about talking about him.

I shrugged again.

"He took a knife to your face, it cut far enough to leave a scar that probably will never entirely fade, although we do have treatments to help with the healing." He informed me hesitantly.

I gave him a questioning look, telling him to continue. It's obvious he was leaving something out.

".. and the cut unfortunately tracked along your eye, more specifically the cornea. However, there was no damage to anything any deeper. This basically means it depends on how your cornea heals to how well your vision will be after it heals. Typically an eye injury would heal normally, but yours is a bit more damaged than we expected. So you may experience more of hazy or blurry vision in your right eye."

It didn't seem too bad, it's not like I lost my eye or anything.

"Are there any questions you have?" He asked.

I shook my head.

"You're guardian is waiting for you along with a few others, would you like me to send them in?" He asked after looking at his laptop again.

I didn't respond.

My brain only just now started to remember what happened when I was last conscious, and I didn't really want to do anything. Like, anything.

The doctor left my room and the quiet room was soon replaced with Aaron, Brandon, and London.

I looked at them and they all looked solemnly at me.

I looked away, not wanting to see what they felt.