Arus looked at her and smiled. "I'll make you some shrimp scampi." He says with a laugh. Heading over to the stove and begins to pull out pots and pans. Pushing James's hand out of the way. "No. I want to cook." he says stubbornly. Pulling out ingredients and begins to boil water. Soon he had the noodles boiling and was making home made scampi sauce. Frying the shrimp on the back burner in a frying pan. He flipped them over. Soon he had dinner ready. He served them their dinner and sat across from her. As they ate he just thought about it. "Lets do it then Hannah. We'll make them like a date thing. To go once or twice a week to a museum."<br/><br/>The next morning....<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Arus was hiding in a closet. Looking through the slitted bars. Hoping they wouldn't find him. They were hitting and choking each other. Moaning and laughing like it was just a sexual game. Then they started fighting for real. He pressed into the closet further. Praying they wouldn't find him. No...they did. His father jerked him out by his hair. Dragging him  over to the tub and held his head under water while his mother whipped him. Pulling his head up in time that he wouldn't pass out or drown. "aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!!" he yelled out in his dream. The whip biting into his flesh over and over again. Making the flesh bleed.</span><br/><br/>Arus screamed out in reality and jerked awake. Panting heavily as he looked around. Were they near? Were they around? No...he was safe. He wasn't there anymore. He should be able to sleep easy knowing he was safe...but he couldn't. He gets up and showers. Dressing in a pair of cotton pants and a semi-casual dress shirt. He did his hair back in a ponytail today. He looked downright sexy like that. He put on the smaller glasses. Making sure he looked okay before walking out. Grabbing Hannah's birthday present. Seeing everyone already up and in the common area. His grandmother was there too. He paled at that thought. They all most likely heard him scream out in his sleep. He walked over and grabbed a glass of water. "Morning Hannah. Happy birthday." He says with a smile.