The next day.

I carried some snacks up to my room, just in case Austin wanted some. I put them down on my bedside table and pulled out my journal where I wrote all my songs in. I threw it on the bed and walked through my room, to my mirror. I fixed my hair and smiled a little at myself. My parents weren't home, what made me pretty happy. I was actually happy about that Austin came, because I thought he'd be different when you're alone with him, but I was also scared. What if I pissed him off again and he really punched me? I squeezed my eyes shut and opened them again when I heard the doorbell. It was Austin. I hopped down the stairs to the door and opened it, smiling at Austin. "Hey." I said firmly and let him in. "Hello." he replied shortly. He wasn't happy or angry, I could hear it. His voice was just empty and without any emotions. "How are you?" I asked just to start some shitty small talk while I closed the door. "Good." - "That's nice to hear." I lead him upstairs into my room and he immediately popped down on the bed. "So, uh... I got an idea. For our song, I mean." I said and sat down next to him, taking my song journal. "Maybe we could write a love song?" I suggested and looked at Austin, getting a pissed off gaze of him. "A love song?" he laughed sarcastically. "Fuck no, that's so ew." he said and I nodded. "Do you love your mom?" I asked and kept looking at him.

Austin's P.O.V

Do you love your mom? Do you love your mom? Do you love your mom? It was like an echo in my head. Do you love your mom? "Yeah, I love her. A lot." I said quietly and looked down on my legs, squeezing my hands to fists. "I love my mom too. She is like my best friend, even though we fight a lot." the ginger giggled, before I could say anything. "My mom was too." I whispered and looked up again, wiping my eyes when they got wet. I looked at the ginger, meeting a curious face. "What do you mean with was?" he asked and I quickly turned away. "She... she..." I stuttered and swallowed the knot I had in my throat. "She died two years ago... From Marfans Syndrome." I whispered and looked down. I didn't see Alan's face, but I could feel that his face turned into a sad look. "I-I'm sorry Austin." he said and laid a hand on my shoulder to comfort me. I wanted to push his hand away, but I couldn't. His hand felt right on my shoulder. "I know we... we don't have good terms and we haven't really talked, but I'm here if you need anyone." he said and looked up to him with tears in my eyes. All of this anger in my voice, bones, muscles, body was gone. All of sudden. By the moment I heard Alan's words. I was calm and I felt comfortable. "I, I don't want to hurt people, you know..." I started and whined a little when he pulled his hand away, but he was still listening to me. "It was just... when my mom died, my dad fell into a hole. He started doing drugs and drinking alcohol. He still does that... and he, he..." I stopped and looked away. "And he what?" Alan asked carefully and I looked back to him. "He got to aggressive and started... started to punch me. Every time I don't do what he says... I get punched or beaten up." I continued slowly and felt another tears coming up to my eyes. "Oh shit... I'm sorry Austin, I" you could clearly tell that Alan was speechless. "It's okay... I just need to find a way how I can get my dad away from this shit." I mumbled and looked down. "If you want... I can help you."

Notes

idk a short chapter idk idk im tired