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Avi p.o.v

Ian looked over at Braxton with a bewildered expression crossing his face. "What do you mean I have trial in two days?" He asked, curiosity creeping into his voice. "Surely the legal system has better cases to solve than mine." Now it was Braxton who had a perplexed expression cross his face. "What do you mean? It's been about two months since you were taken away from Avi," Braxton answered. "Two months?!" Ian replied, his voicing raising with surprise. "What do you mean two months?" "You slipped into a coma when you got out of surgery. It was amazing how you survived three days with internal bleeding and dehydration. It's a miracle that you're alive and well," I acknowledged softly. "It seems like God has a special plan for you, Ian." Ian snorted out a response, "Pfft. I have had enough God talk for a lifetime. They locked me in a basement playing some sermons from somewhere and when I came to I saw a Bible lying next to me. Talk about hardcore Christianity."

Ian turned his attention to the television. I looked at him with great anguish. I'm just happy that he's still alive and conscious. Ian could have been worse, much worse. "So what's the date for my trial?" Ian inquired, not bothering to turn his attention away from the cartoon on the television. "We already told you it's in-" Braxton started being interrupted by Ian. "I said date not days." "March 10th, 2014," I answered. "Good, my favorite season is almost here. So today's the 8th then. When I'm all better we should go strawberry picking in the east district. I make a mean strawberry shortcake, the best in the South as my family likes to say," Ian said enthusiastically, turning to face me. Everyone was surprised by Ian's change in mood, from all serious to super ecstatic, but I guess that's Ian for you. My mom looked puzzled, trying to understand the change in Ian's mood. "Ian honey, are you alright?" She asked concerned. "I'm fine Natalie, better in fact since I'm here with Avi," he answered and I couldn't help but blush. Glad to see he's doing better.

The two months without Ian was a difficult time. It was hard for me and my parents, even Braxton who hadn't even met him yet found it difficult. It was I who called the police, and I'm glad I did. They found Ian injuried, blood everywhere, and Ian himself clinging onto the last threads of life. I'm glad I didn't see him then, I would've been crying my heart out at the sight of his deplorable state. I did sob heavily when I heard of his injuries and that there was a 90% chance that he wasn't going to make it; his injuries were too severe, and he lacked medical attention for far too long. I felt a little better when he survived the operation, but my heart broke again when he slipped into a coma. I told Merissa everything, and she looked at me with horror. We cried together and everyday after school it's been me, her, Braxton, and my parents here. We prayed for a miracle to happen, though Merissa wasn't one for religion. Merissa couldn't be here today, her aunt was getting married. I was so happy when Ian woke up, my little bundle of joy.

I couldn't help myself and I wrapped my arms around him, squeezing him tight, not wanting to let him go. I heard him yelp in pain and he smacked me on the head. I immediately pulled back, and I saw him rubbing the cast on his arm. It seems that I squeezed him too hard. "Sorry," I apologized swiftly. "It's fine," he replied, still rubbing his cast and smiling softly. I gave him a quick peck on the lips and turned back to the group. "You should tell that girl who was here that Ian's awake," dad said. "What girl?" Ian asked. "Merissa," I answered blankly. I looked at him and saw his ecstatic mood disappear. "I haven't seen her since we broke up," he said, with sorrow filling his voice. "You want to talk to her?" I asked. "Yea," he replied with no change in his tone. I wrenched my phone out of my pocket and handed it to him. He gave me a vacant stare and simply said, "I'm not good at texting with my left hand. Could you text her for me?" His tail started wagging softly as I saw ambition enter his eyes. From what I do not know. "Sure," I responded, smiling. I powered on my phone and went to text Merissa.

Me: Hey

Merissa: Hey Avi

Me: How was the wedding?

Merissa: Oh it was cool there was lots of dancing, good food, wine, everything. The place they got married at was beautiful too. I only wish it wasn't so windy up here. I had to wear a jacket with my white and gold dress. How are things back on the home front?

Me: Guess who's awake and talking! :D

*Merissa: Omg I can't believe he's awake! What are you waiting for silly let me at him! xD *

*Me: He said that he's not good at texting with his left hand, so I'm gonna have to take over. *

Merissa: Do you at least have skype silly? :P

Me: Yea. Do you want to use it?

*Merissa: Of course! Hold on let me call you *

"She seems to be perked up," Ian said with a short laugh. "Well she has been waiting for you to wake up for two months," I replied in an equal manner. I got Merissa's call and quickly answered it. Boy was she ecstatic when she saw Ian. "Ian! I'm so glad your awake!" Merissa exclaimed, and I could hear her tail wagging violently. "Hey Merissa," he replied, smiling broadly. "What happened to your blond hair?" "Oh I dyed my hair brown to look like a brunette," she answered quickly. "Please tell me you did it after the wedding, because last time you told me your aunt's wedding colors were white, black, and gold," I said. "Don't worry I did," she responded. "Wedding? Which aunt got married?" Ian inquired, he tail beating softly against the bed. "Mom's sister, you know, the one you met labor day weekend," she replied. "Oh her!" Ian exclaimed as he remembered her. "Lovely gal." "So when will you be back?" I asked her. "I'll be back in an hour. We gotta go home and unpack, but when we're finished, I'll make sure we'll come over," she replied. "Can't wait to see you here," Ian said enthusiastically. "I gotta go my phone's literally about to die. Bye guys!" "Bye," Ian and I said in unison, and with that I ended the video call. "This room sure is about to be packed again," dad said.

Suddenly the nurse entered with a medium height iguana, small build, his skin was darker than Ian's eyes, like a forest green. He was wearing square framed glasses with a suit and tie, looking like a federal agent in one of those crime shows. "This is agent McDaniel. He works for the FBI in the psychiatric department. He is a certified psychologist, and he would like to see Ian," the nurse said. All eyes turned towards Ian. "What do you need me for?" Ian asked, curious. "I'll just need to ask you a few questions," agent McDaniel answered, his voice surprisingly deep for someone his size. "How long will he be?" mom inquired. "Anywhere between ten minutes to an hour," the agent replied. "Alright then," Ian said. "Avi?" I helped Ian into his chair and wheeled him to the agent, kissing him on the cheek before him to the agent. The agent and the nurse wheeled Ian off.

We waited around fifty minutes for Ian to come back, watching the news while we waited for Ian. The agent and nurse came back with Ian sitting in his wheelchair, looking unaffected by his interrogation. "I would like to see Avi now," the agent said. I walked over to the iguana, and we exited the room. "So where are you taking me?" I asked him. "To the same place I took Ian. I'm going to take an empty vacant office around here." He answered.

We finally got there, and he gestured me in. I took a seat in a cozy chair that melted under my weight, and the federal agent sat before me. "Would you like anything before we start?" "Coke Zero please," I said quietly. The agent passed me and went out in the hall to a vending machine. He put in a dollar coin, and machine spat out a coke. He came back and handed me the coke before sitting down. I opened the bottle and sipped on the coke lightly. I could feel my forehead starting to perspire. "Calm down Avi you're not in trouble," agent McDaniel said. "I just want to ask you a few questions about Ian Moore." "Ian's last name isn't Moore," I said as I exhaled sharply. "He doesn't wish to be identified by his family name, so he chose yours. Now could you please tell me your history with Mr. Moore?" he questioned soft but firmly. "Well we first met at basketball tryouts when we were trying to make the team. I made the team but Ian was just better at soccer. Me and his now ex-girlfriend, Merissa, use to go to his soccer games and watch him play, but I basically avoided him until Merissa was questioning his sexuality and asked for a favor. I obliged to her favor and, Ian and I 'ran into' each other in the woods. We made it to this little cave I found, and basically my mission for Merissa was to seduce Ian and see if he would take the bait, so I stripped down because my clothes were wet from the rain, and to make myself more appealing to Ian. Eventually he fell for the bait and we kissed then and there. We would've kissed longer, but Merissa texted him to remind him about their one year anniversary, and he ran away. He avoided me until he went to the last GSA meeting of the calendar year, and I introduced him to some of my friends. We had a dance competition and I desperately wanted him on my team, but he was on the opposite team. We had to dance against each other to Rock Lobster and when we were bumping butts, he wrapped his tail around mine, showing that he had feelings for me. We hung out together to study for the finals at my house, and we nearly had sex. Ian avoided me after that, hanging out with Merissa to make himself feel better I guess. Before winter break ended, I went to his house and saw the bloody, lifeless wolf I never wanted to see again. He was about to commit suicide if it wasn't for me. I dragged him to my house, and we took care of him. A few days later his dad came and got him and took him away from me, knocking me out in the process. The rest is what you should know," I said.

"Did you and Mr. Moore have sex?" the reptilian asked. "Uh, Yea, when he was staying with me and before his dad got him," I replied, turning red. "So you'd say that you're a key role in Mr. Moore's life?" he inquired. "Yea, I'm his boyfriend," I answered. "Well that's a good thing and a bad thing. Ian has Borderline Personality Disorder, he has random mood swings, and when he is abandoned or feels abandoned he loses hope, he doesn't have a desire to live anymore. He persuaded you to have unprotected sex, engaging in risky behaviors. He tried to reconnect with his family who he didn't really care about when he came out to them, but the fact they condemned him destroyed him. They tried to suppress him, to control him, but he only had anger and hate rise up in him and had trouble controlling it. He eventually made them fight him and was defeated. He was hopeless and was going to commit suicide, the thought of never seeing you again was unbearable. Before he was about to kill himself, and you came and gave him a new sense of hope. Don't break his heart Avi, it will literally kill him. The emotional pain would be unbearable for him," agent McDaniel informed me. "Don't worry we're going to be together until death do we part," I said confidently. "Good, you're his last hope, don't fail me Avi Moore." And with that, the federal agent left me there.