"I love this place" Eli hummed to himself as he came out of the diner.

"Me too" Cameron's voice startled him. He jerked around to see Cameron and Kayla leaning against the building. "You always talk to yourself?"

Cameron's last comment of 'good boy' ran through Eli's head. "I met your brother last night"

Cameron raised an eyebrow, looking surprised. Kayla glanced up from her phone, with a similar expression. "Really?" She came over from the other side of Cameron, "where?"

Eli immediately chided himself. The more people who knew where he was last night the more likely it could get back to his dad. Given how Kayla and Noah were friends, he didn't want to risk it. "Oh you know" Eli moved his eyes away from her, "just around?"

"Around where exactly?" Cameron pressed, Eli saw his gaze on him out of the corner of his eye.

"Just around, don't you know where your brother usually hangs out?"

"I doubt you were in his room," Cameron answered, his tone discontent "but who knows, you can be very forward"

"Aw, would that make you jealous?"

"It would make me something"

Eli couldn't help but look back. He was expecting Cameron's amused expression, the one he wore when he was teasing Eli. There wasn't one. Eli tried to gleam what exactly he'd meant, but Cameron merely stared back at him without revealing anything.

"Noah's here" Kayla interrupted the silence.

Eli ignored his confusion, and examined the jeep pulling up. "What's he doing here?"

"Picking us up" Kayla answered before bounding towards the car.

Eli looked to Cameron for further explanation. "He's having people over, and we needed a lift."

"People?"

"Big group"

"He's having a party?"

"No, just a gathering" Cameron kicked off from the wall and started walking towards the jeep. Eli hesitated before following. "He didn't tell you?"

"If he had I wouldn't be asking you"

Cameron glanced back, and this time there was amusement curving the corners of his lips.

"Sorry" Eli apologised, "I didn't mean to snap"

"Its fine" Cameron, "you're usually moody when we talk"

Eli scowled at him. "I'm not-"

"There it is" Cameron nudged him with him with his shoulder.

Eli forced his mouth shut before another angry retort came out. He glared up at Cameron, who looked delighted with the response.

"What?" He taunted, "cat got your tongue?"

"Just get in the car" Eli refused to look at him as he climbed into the backseat. Kaylen had already claimed the front. As he put on his seatbelt he caught Noah frowning in his direction. He waited for him to say something, but he didn't.

Eli tried to shake off the feeling of unease that settled into his skin, bringing his nerves to high alert. He noticed Cameron glance between the two of them, and he wondered if he picked up on something. Eli also figured that's why Noah didn't say anything, there were other people present.

As they pulled away from the diner Noah and Kayla fell into conversation, and Cameron turned to Eli. "How was it?"

Eli's recalled his short time at the party last night. "How was what?"

Cameron raised an eyebrow. "Your first day. What else would I be asking about?"

Eli cleared his throat. He really was too on edge. "Sinclair's mom is a dote and her dads the same. They fed me about five times while I was working, so it was pretty good."

"Charlotte definitely just thinks you're too skinny" Charlotte's name rolled off his tongue with a used familiarity, and he said her intentions as though she'd told him personally.

Eli felt a small tightening in his chest. He ignored it, and leaned back into the seat and forced his muscles to relax. "I'm not skinny"

Cameron let out a snort of laughter.

Eli narrowed his eyes at him. His outburst of amusement was pushing it a bit far. Cameron caught his eye and his smile widened. "Come on now, don't even try deny it. Kayla, Noah – isn't Eli scrawny?"

"He's slight" Kayla cast him a glance, "it's your build but you could do with putting on a bit of weight"

"Maybe some muscle building" Noah suggested.

Cameron turned to Eli with a proud expression. "See?"

"Yeah" Eli said dryly as the tightening in his chest morphed into a more unpleasant sensation. It became a ball of unease. "Thanks" Something about the moment made his gut twist. He couldn't pin down what it was. He was on the slender side, and that was obvious to anyone including himself. That's all they'd been pointing out. He left like he was being criticized.

Why did it bother him that much?

As they pulled up to the house there were a few unfamiliar cars parked in the driveway. His dad's car was absent. Eli glanced into the living room as he went by, spotting familiar faces. Most of them were on the football team. After a quick glance, he trotted up the stairs to his room. He could feel the grease from work on his skin and all he wanted now was a shower.

Behind him he heard everyone greeting each other, and even in his room the hum of conversation reached him. It was like being back home, where there were always people in the house.

Just before Eli got into the shower, he stopped in front of the mirror. He scrutinized his frame, and the shadow of his ribs that were visible more than they should be. He ran his fingertips over the bumps, and slowly realised why he'd been upset earlier. He'd lost weight. Since moving here he'd been losing weight.

Eli thought back to everyone's responses in the car. It was obvious that he was skinny. If they could see it then a lawyer would notice it too, and even if they didn't his mom would certainly be able to point it out.

"Shit" Eli's started making plans immediately. He needed to put the weight back on. Noah's suggestion stayed to the forefront of his mind. It wouldn't do him any harm to gain some muscle either. When he came out of the shower he went straight for his journal and jotted down the addition to his schedule. It was starting to get packed.

"Eli" Noah knocked on the door.

"Come in" Eli called. He tugged his shirt off the bed and quickly pulled it on.

"Do you want something to eat?" Noah leaned in the doorway, "We've got pizza and... well pizza"

Eli's lips into a faint smile, "Thanks, but I've eaten"

"Right, sorry you said that. Five meals." Noah nodded, "then, do you want to come down? Everyone's just messing around, mostly on the PlayStation."

"Um" Eli glanced at the school bag he hadn't touched since Friday. He had homework, and catching up to do. "Thanks, but I've got a lot of work to do"

"Okay" Noah hovered in the doorway, as though he wanted to say something else. He tapped his fingers on the doorframe. He gave his head a small shake, and looked from Eli's bag to him. "Do you want help?"

As he asked a roar of laughter came from downstairs. Noah looked behind him, peeking over the banister. Eli let out a small sigh. "Thanks for offering, but I think I'll manage."

"Just say the word if you need me"

Eli could not manage. He couldn't finish the homework in any of the subjects, and after trying and being faced with a wall of 'I just can't do it', frustration took hold of him. He couldn't sit still. The noises downstairs started to get on his nerves, and discomfort creeped underneath his skin.

The door swung open. The face of one of the seniors Eli had never met popped in, and looked around. "Wrong room"

It shut.

Eli leaned back in the chair, and rubbed his neck, letting his eyes drift closed.

The door opened again.

"Bathroom's second on the right" Eli told them.

The floorboard creaked as they stepped into the room, and the door clicked softly shut, followed by the even softer sound of the lock clicking into place. Eli opened his eyes, and turned to the doorway with his brow furrowed. He took in a sharp breath.

The man standing there was almost as tall as the door, his hair was long and untamed, falling in golden tangled strands, and piercing amber eyes stared at Eli.

Eli jerked out of the chair, immediately putting it between them. "Jackson" His voice was several notches higher than normal, "What are you..." Eli couldn't even finish the question. With Jackson staring him down, his words deserted him.

"Elliott" Jackson took a step towards him, "I told you to come home"

Eli flinched. Jackson's voice revealed nothing of his mood, but if he was here, he was angry. He had to be angry. "This is ..."

"This is what? Your new home? Your new family? Strangers who want you gone?" Jackson closed in on Eli.

He'd unconsciously been moving away from him, and now that his back hit the wall there was nowhere else to retreat to. Eli swallowed hard, lowering his gaze from Jacksons terrifying one. "I want to stay here"

"Is it the house you like? The new stuff?" Jackson questioned, taking in the laptop sitting on the desk. "Or having a brother maybe? You've got a few of them at home already, were they not good enough for you?"

"This has nothing to do with them" The words flew out of Eli's mouth instantly, defending his friends had been built into him since his mom and Jackson got together, and Eli had met everyone Jackson 'hangs around' with. It was a gang, but not everyone was terrible.

"I know" Jackson let out a long sigh, and the hot breath rustled Eli's hair. "You know I tried my best to be patient with you. I put in more effort than I have with anyone before, all because of your mother. But if you're going to be like this..." Jacksons fingers slid through Eli's locks, and clenched his hair. "I'm going to stop holding back."

Eli whimpered as Jackson squeezed his hand into a fist. Thin shots of pain prickled down his scalp. Instinctively he reached for the hand, trying to pry away the source of the pain.

Jackson chuckled. "Don't tell me your ready to give up after just this?"

"There are people downstairs" Eli's heart was hammering in his chest. Jackson, despite having terrified Eli since he'd met him, had never actually raised a hand against him. He'd seen him fight on multiple occasions, and he'd seen Jackson end fights without having to physically move a muscle.

"In that case, you're going to have to be quiet" Jackson's hand tightened in his hair. Eli didn't even have the time to blink. His forehead slammed into the desk, and spots of black exploded in his vision at the same time an ache of pain vibrated through his skull. His copies flew across the floor as Eli grasped the top of the desk, trying to push his head off the surface Jackson was grinding it.

"Stop" His voice came out in a breathy gasp.

Jackson released the pressure in his arm. "Are you going to come home?"

Eli's eyes stung with tears, and the paper in front of him blurred.

Jackson let out another tired sigh. He pulled Eli back into standing position, and turned him around to face him. Eli did his best to swallow the tears, knowing that even if Jackson had brought them out he would disapprove of them. Jackson clicked his tongue. "Your tougher than this, or you'd better be after what you've done. I'll ask again, are you ready to come home?"

Eli's throat constricted. He just had to get through a few months, and then he'd get to stay here for good. There would be no Jackson. No strangers in the house at all hours. If he went back now he wouldn't get another chance. "No." It hardly came out as a whisper, but it came out.

Jackson backhanded Eli. His cheek stung, and he lost his footing as he stumbled back. His back smacked into the end of his bed frame. He landed on the ground with a thump. It took a few seconds for the pain to register this time, but it was his shoulder that was throbbing. There was no question this time. Jackson stepped forwards and took a hold of collar he lifted him up, and shoved him onto the bed.

Eli tried to scramble off, but Jackson put a knee on his back and shoved him down with his body weight. He took hold of his arm, and twisted it. Agony exploded in his muscles. "Stop" Eli cried out.

"Are you ready to come home?"

Pained sobs left Eli's chest. There were people downstairs. All he needed was for them to hear him. He sucked in a breath of air, and Jackson shoved his face into the blanket, muffling his voice. The grip on his arm tightened, and a second arm took his wrist, pushing it to an angle it shouldn't bend at.

Eli couldn't breathe. He knew that his arm was about to break.

"Get the fuck off him"

Eli couldn't make out whose voice it was through the sound of blood rushing through his ears. The next few seconds felt like an eternity, where at any moment his muscles would rip and his bones would break. The pressure slowly disappeared from his arm, he could move his head and suck in gasps of air.

"Come home, before I really get angry" Jackson said lowly into his ear. The heat of his body disappeared, and the mattress creaked as his weight left it. It was silent behind him.

The bed dipped down. Eli sucked in a sharp breath.

"Hey, hey it's okay" Cameron soothed, "it's just me. He's gone."

He's gone. The words repeated themselves over and over in Eli's head. Every ounce of energy left his body until he could only twitch his fingers. Cameron put a hesitant hand on his arm, gently stroking his skin. Eli wondered if it was supposed to be reassuring. Eli's vision started to come back into focus, and his breathing evened out. Awareness of his body came back to him, and aching muscles made him wish it would disappear again.

He dabbed his noise and then examined his blood-stained fingers. He shifted his vision to the white sheets he was lying on. With an exhausted breath, he rolled onto his side and slowly sat up. He whimpered as he put weight onto his right arm and the muscles trembled violently. Cameron caught him and helped him the rest of the way up.

"Here" Cameron gently pressed tissue against his nose. Eli raised his good arm and held it there. He kept his head turned down. He was struggling to get his thoughts moving. When his nosebleed stopped, Eli looked around. Everything had been tossed off his desk, and the laptop was teetering dangerously on the edge. The door was closed, and there was nobody else in the room.

Eli turned his attention to Cameron. He hadn't even noticed he was rubbing his back. "Did anyone else see him?"

"No" Cameron tilted Eli's face towards him, and from his wince Eli was sure there was bruising.

"Don't tell anyone." Eli didn't even know where the words came from. It was probably the distant thought of what Jackson would do if he let this get out, if he squealed on him. He could only imagine the punishment would be a lot worse than this.

Cameron looked conflicted. He cast a worried glance over Eli, and it was obvious that he wasn't too persuaded. Eli understood. If he'd walked in on something similar his first instinct would be to tell someone.

"Please Cameron" Eli's squeezed his shirt, "it'll just get me into trouble."

"Eli" Cameron was clearly still unconvinced, but a pained expression twisted his features.

Eli let his head thump against Cameron's shoulder, relaxing into his warm embrace. "Please" He could hear Cameron's accelerated heartbeat through his shirt. Eli could imagine the thoughts racing through his head, stuck between wanting to reassure Eli or tell someone about what happened.

Cameron let out a long, defeated sigh. "okay"

Eli pulled away, and peeked up at him. "You're not going to tell anyone about this?"

Cameron's fingertips brushed against the bruises on Eli's cheeks. The touch was so featherlight it didn't even hurt. "No, so tell me who that was."

Eli bit the inside of his mouth. "I don't..."

"That's my condition for keeping quiet" Cameron stood up from the bed. Eli immediately missed having him close. "I'm running downstairs to get your first aid kit, tell me when I get back."

Cameron shut the door softly behind himself. Eli was half expecting him to be going straight to Noah when he went, but he didn't have the energy to go after him. Once again, he found his eyes on his desk. He crossed the room, and moved the laptop onto the centre of the desk. He bent down to pick up the papers, but pain raced down his back.

The door opened, and Cameron came in alone. He had the first aid tucked under his elbow. "Sit back down" He guided Eli back to the bed, as if he couldn't have managed himself. Eli let himself fall into autopilot mode. He numbly responded to Cameron's words, and received treatment without saying a word.

"I'm pretty sure it's sprained" Cameron wrapped his wrist, hiding the bruising imprint of a hand. He rose from the ground, and sat next to Eli on the bed. He didn't say anything else, just packed up the med kit.

Eli tugged at the edge of the bandage. "That was Jackson, my mom's boyfriend."

Cameron's hands stopped moving, and Eli felt his gaze move onto him.

"He's.... we've never really gotten along" Eli continued talking, "And with the whole mess I've caused he's a little pissed off. Well," he made a fist, wincing as his muscles screamed out in protest, "More than a little"

"He wants you to go back with him?" Cameron asked.

"Yeah" Eli closed his eyes, and let himself relax into the overwhelming fatigue rising up inside him. "We've never gotten along, but he adores my mom. If it's something my mom wants, then he's getting it for her. She wants me back home."

"Does she know?" Cameron's fingers brushed over the bandage Eli was tugging at, and stilled his hands. "That's he's like this?"

"He's not ever like this"

"Clearly he is"

"It's not ever this bad" Eli fought to open his eyes again, "He's scary, but he's not ever violent."

Cameron opened his mouth, but a glance from Eli made it shut again.

"What are you going to do?"

"About what?"

"Eli" Cameron's face twisted into a scowl, "He just attacked you"

"It'll be over in a few months" Eli mumbled. He turned around to the bed. It had never looked more inviting.

Cameron let out a long sigh. "Go on, get some sleep" he reached down and tugged off Eli's shoes. Eli then crawled under the covers he'd lifted. He sank into the pillows, feeling unconsciousness tugging at his mind. "I won't say anything," Cameron brushed a few stray strands of hair from Eli's face, "but there's no way you can hide those bruises."

"Stairs" Eli mumbled back.

Cameron let out a faint chuckle. "Get some sleep, and try come up with something better in the morning."

Eli could only let out a faint grunt in response. He didn't even feel the mattress move and he was asleep.