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Avi p.o.v

Ow! I wake up with a splitting headache and, my parents are sitting on my bed stroking my head. I look over at my parents, both looked worried and I could see the damp fur under their eyes and I remembered the tragic events that transpired earlier. Tears welled up in my eyes as I replayed them in my mind with Ian's wretched father taking my love away from me. My sadness turned to bitterness as I wiped away the tears from my eyes. I turned to face my parents. "We have to do something," I finally declared. "We cannot let Ian be subject to his parent's totalitarian rule; he's like a Jew in Nazi Germany, god knows what they'll do to him!" My dad looked at me with an even more sorrow-filled glance. "I'm sorry Avi, but we can't do anything. It's his parents, and we can't tell anyone how to raise their children. I know it's wrong but we can't do anything legally to stop their insane behavior," my mom stated in a softly. "What do you mean that we can't do anything legally?!" I retort, angered at this whole situation. "His dad is a convicted felon, for Christ's sake he has murdered someone! He attacked me and knocked me out! Ian is in danger; his parents being the immediate threat. If we can't take them out together, then we can at least charge his dad with assaulting a minor." "Avi, I know you care about him, but it would take time to even set up a court date and even if we go to court, all we have is his word against ours, and a good lawyer could dismiss the charges. We have no physical evidence against him, and this is a battle we may lose," my dad calmly responded. "But it's a battle we could win!" I countered. "We have to at least try for Ian!" I got up to leave the room, but when I stood up I felt lightheaded and dizzy, trying to regain my balance. A sea of nausea flooded me and I felt as if I was about to vomit. The next thing I know is that I'm falling to the floor, with my consciousness rapidly fading away.

This time when I wake up, I'm in the hospital with a feline nurse standing over me. I sit up straight and hold my bandaged head, and then I turn to the nurse to find some answers. "What happened?" I asked her. "Seems you suffered some trauma to the head and you have a concussion," she replied. I looked at the time and saw I was out for six hours. My parents came back into the room with some snacks and looked over my way, beaming. "Glad to see you up champ! Want something to eat?" my dad asked as he lifted the snacks so I could get a better look. "I'll take the fruit snacks," I replied and he tossed them to me. I caught them with one hand and tore them open, munching on the snacks. The nurse saw me tearing into them and said, "There's a cafeteria downstairs if you're hungry." I climbed out of the hospital bed when I was standing on my feet; I could the lightheadedness and dizziness return. My vision was blurred and hearing was muffled as I heard my parents cry out my name. I told them I was alright, but from what I felt I must have appeared intoxicated. I was about to go down again when a blur of orange fur grabbed me. The nurse set me down on the bed and pulled out a wheelchair. "I think it would be better if you just used this until you are able to walk on your two feet again," she said softly as she opened it. My dad came over and placed me into the wheelchair, and we headed to the cafeteria.

Tonight's entrée was meatloaf, and boy was I happy. The cafeteria lady gave me a big slab of meatloaf and I got three sides, each being mashed potatoes, green beans, and corn on the cob. Mom and dad glared at me with amazement as I choked down my food in less than three minutes, gulping my coke zero when my windpipe got clogged I ate so fast. "Jesus honey you ate like someone was about to steal your food," my mom said, shocked at the amazing feat I just accomplished. "Well I haven't eaten in nine hours," I replied, drinking the last of my coke. "May I have some more?" My mom sighed and my dad chuckled lightly as he said under his breath, "Teenagers."

Two servings later we were back in my room, and the time was 12:16. Dad wrapped his arm around mom as she put her head into to his chest, the same way I held Ian the day before. Both of them were struggling to keep their eyes open and it wasn't a surprise when they fell asleep ten minutes later. They don't have a blasted Xbox, so I channel surf until I watch a sitcom on some random channel. Time passed by like it was nothing as I started enjoying the stupid, yet hilarious show. It was 1:59 in the morning, and I debated whether or not to go to sleep or watch a movie when I heard someone knock on the door. "Enter," I said and the figure walked in. "Are you alright? I just heard about it, and I came rushing over here as fast as I could," he said with worry in his tone. "What happened to I don't ever want to see you again? And how did you get in here, Braxton?" I questioned, putting venom in his name. Ignoring my question he had one of his own. "What happened?" he asked. "Let's not talk about it in here I don't want to disturb my parents," I replied, pointing at the wheelchair. He grabbed it and I got into it, and then we wheeled out of the room with Braxton shutting the door behind him on his way out.

"So what happened?" he asked again pushing me down the hall. "I want you to answer my questions first. And how did you find out at two in morning? Why are you still up anyway?" I countered. "You know I will always care about you and I will check up on you; you're like a little brother to me. Your parents sent me a text that told me that you were in the hospital, but my phone was dead from being out all day. And I asked the receptionist where you were, and she told me room 201," he answered swiftly. "Now can you please tell me what happened?" "Fine," I said, annoyed. "So Ian's drunk and narrow-minded dad came to kidnap him from me, and Ian didn't want to go, and I got a kick to the head that sent me flying backwards until I landed head first on the ground. I tried to save him, but I couldn't. I let him down." I felt the tears coming forth as I realized that I let Ian down and Braxton asked in blissful ignorance, "Who's Ian?" I looked up at Braxton, and I started smiling as tears started coming down my cheeks and answered confidently, "He's my boyfriend. Well we haven't made it official but he's basically my boyfriend." I put my hands to my face and started wailing. Braxton halted the wheelchair and waited for me to regain my composure. He came around and placed his hands on my shoulders and had a serious look as his deep blue eyes gazed into mine. "Everything will be alright Avi, I promise. We will do something about this so you can get Ian back because I am sure that he desperately misses you as you miss him. Good will always triumph evil, and he will escape the evil clutches of his parents. The only way we can't win is if we don't try," he said firmly but gently. "Now let's get some sleep, I'm not even supposed to be driving at this hour." "You can stay here and sleep in my room if you want," I murmured. "No I don't want to intrude on you or your parents, plus mine will be wondering where I am in the morning," he responded. "But I want you to stay!" I exclaimed. "I've really enjoyed your company these last few minutes, and I want to say sorry for being such asshole before." "It's fine, I knew you would be upset after all we've been through," he replied softly, hugging me. "Now let's get some shuteye."

I woke up at one, and Braxton was conversing with my parents. The nurse came into the room and handed me a bottle full of pills. "Now take these once a day for thirty days and it will relieve the symptoms of your concussion. If you have any problems then just come back here and we'll have a doctor examine you," she stated. "Other than that, you are free to check out. Have a nice day." She smiled before turning on her heel and walking out. I grabbed the cup next to my bed and opened the bottle, pulling out a pill and taking it. My mom handed me a change of clothes, and I took off my hospital gown. I saw Braxton glance down at my crotch then advert his gaze elsewhere as I put on my underwear, realizing that this is the first time he has seen me naked. There were chances he could have but didn't, and I'm glad he didn't. I put on the rest of my clothes and got into my wheelchair one last time, abiding by hospital policy that I have to leave the ward in a wheelchair before exiting. My mom signed a paper, and we finally left. Dad invited Braxton to come with us and he agreed, getting his own car and following directly behind us the entire trip.

When we finally got home, mom, dad, and Braxton went to the dining room while I went to the living room and turned to a random show. I was within hearing distance from them, and I decided to eavesdrop on their conversation. "So what are going to do about Ian? We can't let his parents have their way with him for his sake," Braxton started. "How do you know about Ian?" mom asked. "Avi caught me up on the events that transpired yesterday," Braxton answered. "Well there is nothing we can do unless we have proof that Ian's parents are physically or mentally harming him," dad said, sighing. "You saw the scars on cuts on his arms! He even told Avi that if it weren't for him he would be dead right now! That there is all the evidence we need!" mom exclaimed. "I'm going to have to agree with Kevin on this one," Braxton replied. "Unfortunately the judge nor jury is going to believe that as an accusation for child endangerment. They'll probably pass it off as some emo shit he's gotten in to." "He does listen to those bands," dad said. "We something more solid, like an actual witness for the neglect he has received. I'm pretty sure we can get someone on the inside. Does he have any siblings?" Braxton asked. "Yeah, he has a thirteen year old sister, but I doubt she'll be able to come over here since they probably don't want their daughter exposed to a homosexual lifestyle," mom answered through grit teeth. "It's sad that there are some people who are just so wooden-headed it's destroying those around them," dad sad with a saddened tone. "Until we can get his sister on our side, then the only thing we can do is charge his father with assaulting our son. Now all we need is to find a good lawyer." "No need for that, my dad has a law degree. He could represent you all for no charge. And he is persuasive," Braxton replied, beaming. My dad chuckled as he said, "He sure is. He convinced us to let you date Avi even though at first we didn't want you to. A fifteen year old dating our thirteen year old son was an absolute hell no, although you proved yourself mature and your father brought up a good case." Cutting to the chase, Braxton responded with, "So then it's settled, we'll file a police report for his dad's arrest then get after him while we try to get the sister to tell us what is happening to Ian." Everyone nodded when the doorbell suddenly rang.

"I got it!" I said as I got up to see who was at the door. I walked over and opened the door. Speak of the devil. Allison was at the front, looking around before asking, "May I come in?" I gesture her in and sit her down at the dining room table before sitting next to her and Braxton. "I have some bad news," she said, worried. "They beat the mess out of Ian when he came home and he's been locked in the basement ever since. My parents are also planning to move us to Oklahoma, so that he won't be able to see Avi ever again. And they also plan to put us into a Christian military school because we have veered too far from God's path. It's like Soviet Russia in there, and I don't know how to stop this madness so I came to you for help." There was a flicker of sadness in me before an ocean of anger washed over me. I snarled my teeth and clenched my fists. Adrenaline coursed through my veins, and I started to shake uncontrollably. Everyone stared at me with fear and concern in eyes. "We need to move, NOW!" I roared, and next thing I know, we were on our way to the police station. I kill the fucking bastards! They _are not _taking him halfway across the country to a fucking military school! Not if I have anything to say about it!