Any errors let me know and I'll try and fix them. ~~~~~~~ Kyle didn’t seem to hear him and charged the table, ramming it into Dyran’s mid thighs. Dyran wined as he hit the floor with a thud. Seeing Kyle make his way around the table he quickly picked himself up, only to be picked up by Kyle. Kyle placed his strong hands at Dyran’s shoulders lifting him from the ground. “Kyle… stop… Kyle,” whined Dyran as Kyle squeezed his shoulders. Xavier jumped out of his chair and ran quickly over to Kyle and Dyran placing a firm hand on Kyle’s arm. “Kyle-Kyle, stop, put him down,” argued Xavier. But Kyle ignored him. “Kyle- stop.” “Kyle, Xavier,” said Lanning getting Xavier’s attention, but not Kyle’s. Lanning glared at Kyle a moment, then yelled, “Kyle Philip Rushwood,” as Kyle applied more pressure to Dyran’s shoulders. Kyle then turned his head at his name as Dyran moaned and wined in pain and agony. “Kyle- set him down,” said Lanning sternly, “but softly,” he added quickly. Kyle grunted and lowered Dyran to the floor releasing him once his feet were touching the floor. Xavier quickly grabbed Dyran and pulled him back to a chair, setting him down softly. “What happened?” Lanning asked sternly, still glaring at Kyle. “The brat spit milk at me, Sir,” Kyle replied. “It was a harmless joke, Sir,” retorted Xavier. “Kyle, back to the counter,” replied Lanning. “But I’m hungry,” whined Kyle. “Now,” growled Lanning. “Fine.” Kyle stomped back to the counter as a 2-year-old would when he was punished. “Well, now Kyle’s out of the question,” said Xavier to Dyran. Dyran gave a small laugh and replied, “No kidding.” He closed his eyes and fell into a partial sleep as Lanning and Xavier continued to talk, resting his head on Xavier’s hand. “Well, now that Kyle does hate him, who is he going to stay with?” asked Xavier. “You, who else?” replied Lanning. “ME!!!” “Shush, he’s trying to sleep.” “Me? Why me? I’ve got enough to worry about as it is. I can’t take him with me.” Xavier lowered his voice but his voice was still stern and serious. “He doesn’t trust anyone but you. If you can tell me anyone else who he trusts then he can stay with them.” “But… he doesn’t trust anyone,” replied Xavier when he realized Lanning was right. “Right. Now, Xavier, I don’t care what it takes for you to keep your eye on him, but you have full responsibility over him. Until court he’s under your care. Do you understand?” “Yes, Sir.” “All rise for Judge Kelly.” Judge Kelly entered the court as everyone rose. Dyran stood beside Xavier as Mr. and Mrs. Roger looked over slightly glaring at them. “You may be seated,” said O’Bryan. She turned to Mr. and Mrs. Roger first, then looked at Dyran and Xavier. Then turning back to Mr. and Mrs. Roger she asked for their defense. They told her most of what they told Xavier when he had come to their house. Once they were done she turned to Xavier and asked for his view on the case. He told them the information Dyran had given him at the Roger’s. He also presented her with the photographs of his back that they had taken. Xavier then turned to face Dyran and then turned back to the Judge. “I have one last piece of evidence but I need for Dyran to take his shirt off. May he?” “This is a court room, Officer Carie, not a strip club,” she retorted sternly as she wrinkled her nose. “Yes, your Honor, I realize that. But may he?” “Very well.” Dyran stood from his chair and walked beside Xavier, reaching up behind his head with his left arm he pulled his shirt up and over his head. His blue and purple shoulder exposed, he glanced at the judge. “Your Honor, the Roger’s beat him for hinting me that they were abusing him,” explained Xavier. Dyran slipped his shirt back on, bumping his shoulder slightly causing him to wince. Judge Kelly was silent for a minute as she looked at Dyran, and then stated, “I will take a short break and I will give you my decision when I return.” She stood and walked out of the court room. As Dyran walked back to his chair he glanced at Mr. and Mrs. Roger and saw they were glaring at him. “Mr. and Mrs. Roger,” said Judge Kelly after she had returned. “I must say, your defense was presented wonderfully, but I’m afraid the evidence against you is overwhelming.” She glanced at Dyran as he stared at her, waiting for the decision she had made. “Mr. and Mrs. Roger… I find you guilty of abuse to Dyran Roy Roger.” Mr. Roger slammed his fist on the table as Officer O’Bryan walked over and hand cuffed them. “Officer Carie, have you thought of anyone to care for Dyran?” He glanced at Dyran a moment then turned back to Judge Kelly. “I have.” He was silent for a minute. “Myself.” Dyran was shocked at Xavier answer, he had wished that Xavier would be able to adopt him, but never had he thought it would come true. “Officer Carie I think you would make the perfect father for Dyran. I give you full custody of Dyran.” Judge Kelly stated as she slammed her gavel down. “Case dismissed.” People started pilling out of the courtroom as O’Bryan led Mr. and Mrs. Roger out. “You haven’t seen the last of me boy,” snarled Mr. Roger to Dyran as he was rushed by, by O’Bryan. “I hope I have,” he sighed as Xavier placed a hand on Dyran head. “Dinner?” Xavier asked ruffling Dyran’s hair. “Awesome.” Dyran grinned as he started to walk out. “No more running away. Please tell me your not gonna run away anymore?” Dyran stopped and looked at Xavier. “Now why would I run away?” Xavier placed his hand back on Dyran’s head as he said, “I was right to call your arrogant.” “I’m not arrogant.” “I just know how to have fun,” they both stated at the same time, laughing as they then made their way out of the courtroom. “Now your arrogant,” added Xavier as they exited the doors. ~~*Year Later*~~ “Dyran! Come on your gonna be late!” yelled Xavier. Dyran tossed in his bed upstairs but ignore him, only mumbling into his pillow, “I don’t wanna.” “Dyran, don’t make me come up there. If I do, I’m pouring ice, cold water on you,” growled Xavier. “All right, all right. I’m up!” he yelled lifting his head from the pillow. He groaned as he rolled out of bed, hitting the floor with a thud. “Dumbass,” he choked as he climbed to his feet, tossing the blanket back on the bed as he changed. “Why do you get me up so early?” Dyran asked once he had come down for breakfast; dressed, but hair still a mess. “It’s not early, it’s 7:15 and you have school,” retorted Xavier. “Fall out of bed again?” “What gave you that idea?” asked Dyran sarcastically. He closed his eyes as his head bobbed. “Dyran?” Xavier snapped his fingers in front of Dyran’s face waking him up. “Yeah, what?” he asked, snapping his eyes open. He moaned as he set his elbow on the table and placed his forehead in the palm of his hand. “Do I got to go?” He asked, his voice bouncing off the table. “Dyran, we go through this every morning. Yes, you have to go.” Xavier grabbed a piece of toast and buttered it. “And you should go to bed earlier.” “I went to bed at 9. It’s school that makes me tired.” He then slammed his head on the table as Xavier took a bit of toast, making him choke. “I wish you wouldn’t do that,” sighed Xavier after he had swallowed his bit of toast. “I’ll stop if you don’t send me to school for a week,” he mumbled into the table. He lifted his head up and coughed. “I think I’m sick, can I stay home?” “No.” Slamming his head back into the table Dyran moaned as it had hurt this time. “I told you to stop.” “No, you wished I would stop.” “Don’t be a smartass.” They both became silent and Dyran managed to fall asleep again. “You need to get something to eat.” Xavier had expected to receive a sarcastic remark in turn, but none came. “Dyran? Get up.” He slammed his hand on the table. “I’ll lay right here and you can go to school for me,” remarked Dyran. They both heard the squeal of the bus tires as it stopped in front of the house. “Oh look, there’s the bus. Hurry or you’ll miss it.” Xavier laughed at that, stood from his chair grabbed a pop, Dyran’s bag and walked over to Dyran. Grabbing the back of Dyran’s shirt, he lifted him from the table, shoved the bag and pop into his hands, opened the door and threw him out. “Have fun at school.” “Xavier!” yelled Dyran as he stumbled. “Damn dork.” He walked to the bus, climbed on, finding a seat in the middle. “How was school?” asked Xavier as Dyran came stomping through the door. “Truth?” replied Dyran, thoroughly pissed and awake. “It was hell. Would you like to go next time?” “No thanks. I went to school long enough. I’ve had my fill,” Xavier replied smiling. Dyran threw his empty school bag at Xavier as he stomped up the stairs. “What do you want for supper?” Xavier asked as he threw the empty bag aside. “Chinese take out!” “We had that last night.” “Pizza.” Dyran stopped at the top of the stairs. “I really don’t care.” He then marched to his room, slamming the door. Xavier shook his head. “He gets more and more like me everyday ~~*Dyran’s Dream*~~ “What did you tell him, Boy?” snarled Mr. Roger. “Nothing,” lied Dyran as his arm was twisted behind his back. Mr. Roger pulled at Dyran’s arm, nearly dislocating his shoulder, causing extreme pain. ~~*End dream*~~ Dyran shot up in his bed, his shoulder searing with pain. Rubbing his shoulder softly and figuring he must had laid on it wrong; he laid back down and closed his eyes. A man in a ski mask climbed through Dyran’s open window, followed by 2 others. As the last man climbed through the window, it dropped, banging on the sill. Dyran opened his eyes and sat up as the first guy rushed over and slammed him back on the bed, covering his mouth. Dyran’s hands shot to the man’s as he kicked the covers off. Dyran’s eyes locked with the guys as he spoke, “You have two options. Option ‘A’ you don’t fight, come with me, and we have no problems. Option ‘B’ I make you come with me.” He snarled slightly. “What’s it gonna be?” Dyran glared at him, picking ‘B’ as he griped his hands tightly. “The names Jack, kid.” Jack then motioned for his friend to find a piece of rope. “Thank ya, Jay,” he said as he jerked Dyran up, took the rope from Jay and tied Dyran’s hands together. Grabbing the middle of the rope, he pulled Dyran’s hands up and behind his head as Jay tied a handkerchief across Dyran’s mouth. “Move,” said Jack as he pushed Dyran towards his bedroom door. Dyran tried to keep his feet planted, but was suddenly jerked towards the ground. His back hit the ground with a thud as his head banged against the ground. Dyran coughed slightly as his head hit the ground, his hands came forward before he could land on them. He quickly jerked the cloth from his mouth and tried to yell Xavier’s name, but only a spurt of air emerged. Jack reached down, and jerked Dyran up by the rope causing an, ‘Ow’ to emerge from his mouth. “Not such a smart move, Kid,” Jack replied pushing him towards the door. Dyran stopped in the doorframe and turned, glaring at him. “Move it, Kid.” “My names Dyran,” he growled, “not kid.” “Your name could be Jackass for all I care. Just move it.” Jack then shoved Dyran in the shoulder, causing him to stumble backwards. ~~~~~~ Authors Note: If you don't seem to understand something, then tell me. And thanks to Jess, Sabe, Trisha, and Chris for reading my story and helping me continue to write more. Read and Review = more of the story but no pushing me