Ray looks at him. Understanding where Saint was coming from. He wanted Saint for a friend yet was scared. He didn't want to get his hopes up and just lose another friend. It would break that piece of him that was still together. That wasn't defeated and unwanted. He shakes his head and wanted to speak. His mother sounded nice but his own mother was not. She put him down constantly. He picks up the binder and left the book. It would be there in the morning. He rushed down the hiding way and after Saint. He was cutting out the last of the day anyways...so he wanted to catch up. Plus Saint left his writing utensil. The one he always had seen him using.<br/><br/>He was panting when he caught up to Saint. "You didn't bother me...it scares me that you are nice to me...because people have never stayed nice for long. My dad is like your dad yet only to me. He loves my older sisters and big brother. He doesn't like me. Mother doesn't either. I have no one who likes me. Every time I trust  someone to be my friend...they are chased off, paid off, or even scared off. Then I get hurt again and lose a friend. No one ever stays my friend long...I don't mean to make you feel unwanted but...I am terrorfied of it happening again." He put Saint's pencil in his hand. Backing away and afraid to lose Saint. Knowing he probably already did by somehow pushing him away.<br/><br/>He was trying to be slightly and fragily strong though. "I like you as a person...you scare me but not as much as the rest of the world does. I am not used to kindness Saint. I don't get any kindness at home. None at school until you started. The librarian won't even let me check out books to read. My entire life is bitter and so I hate to be in real life. I pray so often to not wake up so I can escape my life. I am not suicidal but sometimes I wonder if it would be better if I was. Or even just a cutter...there is some much you don't know about me...so much I wish I could say and yet I can't. They'll find out and it will be worse than ever..."<br/><br/>His words shakey and quivering with fear and sorrow. Yet he forces them out still. "I am afraid that I am just dreaming and when I wake up you won't really be there." He says with tears in his eyes. A couple of tears make their way down his cheeks. "I say more around you then I have in nearly all of my life." he says sadly. "It is safer in the long run to not say anything. To just stay quiet and then it won't happen. If I breath wrong it happens. So I have to be careful."<br/><br/>He backed up even more. "I have to get home or I will be suffering punishment. I don't like going home. I hate it. I am scared not to go home. Last time I didn't go home it was beyond slightly painful." He was crying now. "I can't even cry there...I go to the roof top to cry. If I cry at school and word gets out...then I get punished when I get home. I can't win no matter how hard I try. I am not good enough." He backs up more.<br/><br/>Blinking and turns when he backed up into his older brother. He flew to the ground as the jerk roughly threw him down onto the ground. He flinched and bit his lower lip. "Sorry Luke...please...it wasn't on purpose." he says. He was quivering worse than a leaf in a hurricane.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Luke scowls at him. "Did you not learn your lesson for blabbering and trying to start trouble with your lying fucking mouth before Ray? You are going to wish you hadn't been spreading lies when you get home." He jerked his younger brother up roughly by the wrist. Almost laughing at how much Ray flinched in pain. "Such a weak little brat you are."</span><br/><br/>Ray had ripples of fear shooting through him. "Please...Luke...don't tell mom and dad...please..." he says in a terror filled and begging tone. Tears trailing down his cheeks as Luke started to drag him roughly along after him. "It won't happen again Luke...please..." he begged.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Luke scowls. "You broke a lot of rules. You know what dad said about you talking and spending time with others. You are in  beyond boiling hot water Ray...I almost pity you. Almost but not quite. You insignificant bug."</span><br/><br/>Ray trembled and tries to form a word of protest. Jerked roughly and only lets out a sound of terrorfied pain.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Luke looks at Saint. "Stay away from my brother if you know whats best for you. Got it?!" he says in a dark tone.</span>