43.

Xavier's P.O.V.

I climb the stairs and enter my 'new' bedroom. I cry at the sight. The window has been blocked with pieces of wood nailed to each other, the colour of the room is an off yellow colour, all my posters and things are gone. My bed still remained the same, it's like they hadn't touched it at all. This is good, I think this is where I last left my book that Cole - he - couldn't find. I grab the extra pens from inside my pillowcase. I rush to my pillow, I had never been more excited to take off a pillow case. My book and two pens fall to the ground. 

I still feel scared though. I don't know when my father will get home and what type of mood he'll be in. Usually he'd come home drunk and always smoking. Sometimes he would be so angry he would storm up to my room and shout at me for no particular reason. It hurt a lot.

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