Chapter Two - Dreaming Of Them?

After a long day of listening to teachers rant about stuff that he already knows about and speaking things they themselves don't know about, and of course there's the usual bullying during lunch then after Allen hiding in the abandoned hall and crying like a baby of course. He was actually enjoying the afternoon stroll through the woods to his house. His house is located in a nice neighborhood accessible by road but this way is much more longer and peaceful. I know, walking in the middle of the woods all by himself, 'Something might happen!!'. Actually this is the only time Allen can be relaxed, well before he gets home anyways. Luckily his parents won't be home till seven, this gives him time to get home, shower and prepare their dinner. Allen considers it their dinner because he's only allowed to eat what's left back, ' cruel donkeys', Allen said in his mind as he thinks of his parents.

On arriving home at precisely five twenty, taking the back door, he heads to his room and then takes a shower, after which he begins to prepare dinner. Whilst making dinner his mom texted him and said that his dad is having friends over around seven thirty cook for bout twenty people and make sure the house is spotless, ' moronic donkey can't even text properly'. So he makes pasta and meatballs along with fried chicken, there was some cake mix there in the cupboards so he made cupcakes, chocolate ones of course, along with some jalapeno poppers and mozzarella sticks. By the time he was finally finished he couldn't stand the sight of food. Luckily he doesn't have much to clean, his dad already made him do it this morning.

So he heads up to his room to hide, when he gets up the steps he hears the front door open and loud chattering. He proceeds to his room, tossing himself inside and locking the door, leaning against it, his brown locks sliding up as he slides down. Looking up he glances around the room through his black lashes, his eyes yearning sleep, it was mostly empty for its small space, the one person bed pushed up against a corner, a small wardrobe opposite from it and a desk in the other corner of the room. The walls were painted blue but it was fading as it was not repainted for a while, the floor was hardwood, no rug or mat, just cold. He picks himself up from the bottom of the door, but his wounds and bruises started to itch and hurt. He walks to the wardrobe and takes out the first aid kit and uses what was left some pain killers, disinfectant and the last of the bandages. He did his homework and went to bed, he thinks back into his miserable life and reflects on how his day was, 'Today was not that bad now that I think about it, it was a little less painful than normal' he thinks to himself. Now his yearning eyes can get some rest, he closes the burning orbs, drifting off into a hopefully dreamless night.

A few moments pass as Allen toss and turn like a leaf blowing in the air, waking up to the sound of someone banning down his door, he gets up, his feet itching its way closer, his outstretching left hand trembling as his limber fingers grazes the cold silver doorknob. He takes a small glance at the Cheshire cat clock with its ticking tail at the top of the door, eleven thirty five, 'Not a creepy time at all' that thought fathoms in his mind as he gracefully slivers a crack open for the door when it slams him in his head. He totters backwards rubbing his forehead as he trips over the air, his flat butt landing first on the hardwood floor. The sound of heavy footsteps waltz its way into the room, Allen peeking through his brown messy locks, his deep drown eyes dilates as he see them. He freezes, they were starting straight at him, eyes with a tint he could not come to terms with, lips quivering and my knees shaking, knocking together. Axel starts to enter then his brother follows, his presence pushes out all peace and it leaves room for fear to enter, both of them leaning on one knee their slightly calloused fingers grabs his chin and tilts his face upwards, he pulls his knees to his chest, closing his eyes tightly. 'They are here to hurt me, they wanna hurt me' Allen feels their heavy breath as it flutters some of his hair out of his face. He could feel their other calloused hands behind his neck as they intertwine, 'Why are they being so gentle, hurt me. They are making me scared, they never acted this way before. What if it's an act? What if they wanna do this to hurt me more?' .

They begin caressing his cheeks, at this point Allen felt brave as his crying eyes opens, he see's Tom on his right and Axel on his left, both of them looking malicious as ever. Tom's one hand slide into Allen's hair, Allen shivers with anxiety his mind contemplating what they would and can do to him, the worst left pinned in his mind. Tom begins to lean towards Allen, his face getting closer and closer and closer, only an inch apart, his eyes closed and Allen's bursting out of disbelief, he was beyond the state of panicking and shock, he mind was a numb as his his palm that was holding up his weight as it braces against him on the floor. 'this can't be happening.'

' Save me'.... was all he could utter in his mind as blacks out in his own dream, not waking up though, Allen was left floating in his mind lost and confuse and SCARED!! He was just there, with the image of Tom inches away from kissing him... ' What were they trying to do, mind manipulation, they were trying to toy with my feelings, they wanted to hurt me more than they already have'............... ' What do I do?'.

Bolting up as his eyes flew open, realizing that it was just a dream, 'More of a nightmare', it was frightening, the persons he fears the most inches from kissing him. Just imagine what they could do with that much power over him. Taking long deep breaths to calm down and rubbing his eyes he throws his skinny legs off the bed, checked the clock and it was twelve fifteen, 'hm... weird'. He heads towards the bathroom, in case your wondering the bathroom is in the hall, taking his clothes with him, afterwards heading downstairs, turning left at the living room eyes widening at the messy sight. Food was everywhere, some of the furniture disarranged, there were beer cans along the floor, if only his mother had not lost her faith in god, maybe there would not be people lying about in the living room, 'I guess I'm not going to school tomorrow, they would not allow me unless this house is spotless again'

Turning towards the kitchen for a glass of water, his eyes opens wider than before, not because of the people who were also in here or the much grater mess but among those people were his bullies dad. Unlike everyone else, he was awake and stepping towards the small boy. His tall height made him tower over Allen, his hazel and light brown eyes stared endlessly at him, his sharp facial features made him look dominating yet charming, his thin lips pulled in a straight line, he was tan and looked well built, his aura told Allen to submit. This man has yet to speak but Allen was already trembling, he asked with a deep voice " Who are you?" waiting patiently for an answer, but Allen could not respond more like I was too afraid and plus the part where he doesn't talk. Getting aggravated he raised his voice " ANSWER" he demands, Allen still stayed quiet, not like he had a choice, his lips quivering, head bows, heart accelerating, mind and body both unresponsive. "Child are you okay" he asked afterwards but his voice was softer and held worry. 'Why, he is acting strange normally a person would be beating me right now, Why is he not??!! He grabbed Allen by the shoulders and shakes him a little, "hey kid what's wrong". Allen raises his hand to his throat, holding it and shaking his head no, hopefully thinking he would understood.

" He's not anyone of your concern", a shallow croaking voice utters behind Allen, The giant man looks up behind Allen as he himself turns around to see his dad, he physically shrunk in stature, "No one as a matter of fact". The man looks between Allen and his dad, examining Allen more. Allen lowers his head, and becomes more afraid, 'dad will punish me' Allen thinks. All the giant man said was "well goodbye then" and grabs his coat and left. It was just the small boy, his dad and the people passed out on the floor. He was looking straight at Allen, eyes narrows and fist clenching. He raises his hand and points towards the stairs, Allen slowly walks back to his room. An hour or so had passed, Allen was freaking out. Sitting on the edge of his one person bed, shaking like a wet dog, his heart was racing beating against his ribcage chest. 'What will he do, how will he punish me'. Another hour or so had passed, he was startled when the door was slammed open. His dad was standing there with an all familiar look in his eyes, and a knife in his right hand.

No no no no no not again, he inches closer, and closer. His body stilled knowing if he moves or screams or anything it will be worse.

He crept onto the bed held both of the small boy's hands above his head, " you're an embarrassment" he spat. He took the knife and slides it across Allen's arm, " worthless" he said, " embarrassment" and slides the knife again, that's how he continued. Lips was now bleeding from the pressure of keeping hid screams subdued. The blood travels down his arms towards my chest. His dad stops insulting him but kept cutting, moving the knife to his abdomen and adds more pressure when he pulls this one.

After moments that felt like an eternity he stops, leaving the small quivering boy on the bed, covered in a blanket of his own blood. His cheeks were tear stained, the pain was unbearable, Allen can still hear his laughter ringing in his ears, his smiles and psychotic looking eyes printed in his memory.

His head throbbed, and arms were in excruciating pain as well, his vision became cloudy, his energy was drained so he passed out, his mind once more blank to the activities around him.