Hold On

FIRST

AURORA

"Welcome to Timber Creek High, Aurora. I hope your stay with us will be pleasant. You may any available seat." The preppy middle aged woman, who is now my homeroom teacher for the year said.

Giving her a light smile, I walked to an open seat next to the window in the first row.

I just moved here from Boston, away from my horrible and depressing live there. Just turning 18 a week ago now gave me my freedom that I had been clinging onto like my life depended on it...and if we are being honest, it did.

I moved into a sweet two bedroom house in a pretty neighborhood. It wasn't the cheapest place to live but with my savings and inheritance I was able to get something comfortable. Besides, I had applied for a few jobs around town so that will help when I get one.

The day hasn't been so bad, the teachers gave me my catch up work bags so I won't lag behind, I should get into the swing of things in a few days.

LUNCH! Finally, I am starving.

Finding an empty table, I sat down and took out my packed lunch.

Hello beautiful.

*******

School was very tiring but it felt good.

Walking into my house almost turned me into a sobbing mess.

My home.

MINE.

Closing the front door, I dropped my school bag and started walking to the kitchen.

"Uncle Marc, I'm ho-" I was cut off when I want flying to the ground, white hot pain lit up the entire right side of my face. I couldn't even scream, too shocked and confused about what just happened.

"Shut the f**k up! Your voice drives me f*****g crazy! WORTHLESS PIECE OF CRAP! " Uncle Marcus screamed at me, making sure to send a few kicks to my stomach.

I felt like I was going to throw up and never stop. I've never been hurt like this by someone before and I can promise you that it is absolutely excruciating.

Crying I begged him to tell me what I did wrong, why he was hurting me like this. My fathers brother, my loving uncle. I could hear how hysterical I sounded, although it was nothing compared to what was going on inside my head.

"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! YOUR'E WORTHLESS! YOU SHOULD HAVE DIED NOT THEM! NOT MY BROTHER! YOU, YOU LITTLE b***h!" he screamed at me, bending down and wrapping his large hand around my throat.

I was about to scream at him to let go when his grip tightened to the point that I thought he would snap my neck and it didn't take long for me to start seeing black dots that led me to a world with nothing but darkness.

It just got worse from that point. He continued to hurt me physically and mentally.

All I wanted was for my parents to wake me up, telling me it was all just a horrible nightmare.

They never did though.

Wiping the tears that were running down my face at the memory, I just thought of the about the bright side of turning 18 so early in the year.

I'm finally free, I can start a new, good life here. No more pain. No more being afraid to even move in a place that was once home. I know this won't be easy for me, I've still got a lot of work to do to get better but this is where I will start.

Everything will be better now.

*****

Hunter

"Hey maman, you need some help with dinner?" I've always loved helping my mother cook or bake, we bonded the best that way.

"Of course mon petit, you can start cutting the vegetables for the stew. Your père is coming down with a little cold" she instructed, giving me a tiny smile.

"vous n'avez pas à vous soucier de moi, mon amour" father told her walking into the kitchen.

"Of course I should worry, you are my love." My parents are both french and still had their french accents instead of an american one like me. We moved to the States when I was three so that my parents could expand their businesses over here.

"How was school my son?" dad asked snuggling mom from behind.

"It was great. Uhmm, there is actually a new girl that's in my homeroom, Aurora Clark. She is...stupéfiant." I don't know why I was thinking about Aurora, I didn't even know her, or talk to her for that matter. I've never thought of a girl as breathtaking before, beautiful or pretty yeah, but never breathtaking. All I know is that when I looked at her, I felt like I needed to get to know her.

God, this is so weird. So, very weird.

I was snapped out of my thoughts by my parents light laughter, which was aimed at me.

"What? Why are you two laughing at me?"

"You are already entiché with the little girl, my son" mom answered

"Mom! I am not infatuated with her" I defended, what the hell is wrong with this crazy french woman. I don't even know the girl.

But you want to.

Shut up.

"Alright mon petit, whatever you say.

Great.

I would never admit this s**t to my friends, hell no.