I walked into my house, my mom sitting at the table reading the news paper. She smiled at me, and then returned to reading. I took a deep breath, and sat down next to her.

"Mom, I have a question." I said, hastily. She set down the newspaper, and turned to me. She had an annoyed look in her eyes, but I shrugged it off.

"What is it, Jack?" She asked, after no words came out of my mouth. I took another deep breath, and smiled.

"I was wondering... You see... Well, Alex's home life isn't good for him. I guess his father beats him, and his mother does nothing about it." I started. My mother didn't look very into the conversation. It seemed like she wasn't listening. I cleared my throat, and continued. "I was wondering if he could stay here for a while?" I asked, crossing my fingers under the table. I held my breath, waiting for her response. When it didn't come in the alotted time I had mentally gave her, I grew worried that she would say no. After a few more minutes of my mini heart attack, she shrugged her shoulders.

"I don't think that's a good idea, Jack." She said, scratching idly at her elbow. A frown suddenly appeared on my face, as my shoulders shrunk.

"Why not?" I asked, irritation clear in my voice. She narrowed her eyes at me, and scratched her elbow again.

"Because, Jack. I can barely keep up with you. I don't know what it would be like if there were two teenage boys in this house at this point in time." She said, picking up the news paper again. I could feel my face turning red from anger. I stood up, the chair falling backwards. I snatched the news paper from her hands, and threw it, the pages going askew.

"Mom, he's being abused! He can't be in that home anymore... If he can even call it a home. Do you even care that this crime is going on right down the road? Do you have a fucking heart?" I yelled, my mothers eyes going wide. She stood up, to be at eye level with me. Her eyes narrowed, as she slapped my face.

"Don't ever use that tone with me again, and don't you dare swear at me." She said. Her face was flushed, as her eyes pierced through me.

"I'm sorry, but mom. He's being hurt." I said, my voice softer than before. I bent down and picked up the chair, puting it back up, and planting myself in it. My mom sighed, as she sat down as well.

"I-I guess he could stay for a few weeks. If he really is getting abused, he can't stay there." She said, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. I smiled, getting up from the table and hugging her.

"Thank you, you don't know how much this will mean to him." I said, running towards one of the now spare bedrooms. "And to me." I said, under my breath so she wouldn't hear it.

I got some clean sheets from the closet in the hall, and put them in to the room across from mine. I fished my old batman comforter from the attic, and got one of my spare pillows. I put them all on the bed in the spare room, and smiled. Alex was really going to be staying with me. I can't wait to tell him tomorrow, when I see him on our way to school.

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A/N: What's that, like four chapters in one day? and it's the weekend, so expect more. I hope you guys enjoy this story. I hope things aren't progressing too fast .

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