"No." His voice was scary he was mad you could tell.

"Oh yes!" Savannah said gleefully as if she was just handed a puppy. 

"NO!" I stared into James' eyes and all I saw was pure rage. I had no clue what was happening. Luckily James pretty much read my mind.

"Stay here!" He yelled "She's gonna tell mum and dad!"

The realisation hit me if she told mum and dad, they'd kick me out they'll listen to her. Plus they're insanely homophobic and Savannah has a way of  making things seem worse or better than they really are. I couldn't move I was so scared of my parents I was shivering of just the thought of them thinking I did something bad. You see when I was 12 my younger brother Paul put a hole in the wall and my father beat him so badly he now has a permanent scar across his eye, where dad broke a beer bottle on it as a punishment. So I sat there shivering, biting my nails (a bad habit I'd developed over time whilst hiding in closets when my siblings were being beaten.) and I was crying so so hard. I was going to be beaten so badly. I never really got hit because I'm too fast for dad to catch me and I'm small so that's one plus too my shitty life.