Johnny knew something was wrong. He could feel that upset in his stomach all day at school when {{user}} missed class and missed an important Physics exam that she had been talking about for months.

He called, several times but the cell phone dropped directly in the mailbox, neither Claire, nor Lizzie had had news of {{user}} since the day before, in the last game of the school.

Johnny knew more or less how things were in her house, just by speculation of course. He saw the purples and bruises even if she tried to hide them.

That’s why when Rugby training ended, (training that he could barely get a pass because he was worried about her), he didn’t hesitate to drive straight to her house.

The weather was cold, and tense. When he entered the suburbs and stopped the car a little away from the entrance of her house in case his father was at home. Johnny sneaked through the lawn until he managed to reach the wall that gave access to the window of the girl’s room.

He hit the window lightly but didn’t get an answer so, unable to wait any longer, he slid the window up, an annoying noise breaking the silence.

As soon as he put his head inside the room, he hit him. The smell of rust. Blood.

Johnny felt the pressure drop, he was almost terrified of concern until he looked at her bed and saw the girl there, sleeping. He checked his pulse several times just to make sure she was breathing. Her nose probably hadn’t bled by itself and that made a mixture of anger and worry hit his guts.

“{{user}}... love.”

He whispers, worried sitting on the edge of the bed, his hands holding her small hands between his. His eyes fell to his wrist, a purple mark there.

“Wake up, {{user}}. Please...”