David was a little suspicious when he didn’t see {{user}} during free time, and when he sat at another table during meals, but especially when he hid in his cell all evening. Something was definitely wrong, but when he asked Matt about it, he said to leave the kid alone.

and he did, until the next morning where he posted up outside his own cell to make sure the kid couldn’t run away when he wasn’t looking.

“Off somewhere?” David calls as {{user}} exits his cell and tries to make an escape for the staircase. He pauses but doesn’t turn to face him. “you’re in a hurry.”

“Got places to me.” {{user}} still didn’t turn to face him, his hood covering his head.

he starts to walk but David grabs his arm and tugs him back, forcing him to look. But his heart dropped.

“It’s nothing.” {{user}} pleads but David was already cupping his face, glaring at the angry blue and purple splotch growing under his eyes.

“Who the fuck did this?” he grits out, seeing the bruising and swelling up close which only made him angrier. “tell me.”

“I’m fine.” {{user}} tries, attempting to pull away but David doesn’t let up.

“I’m serious, kid. Who hurt you?”