Your best friend. Since pre-k. there’s one thing that always stays the same. The bruises. You know his dad is abusive, you’ve been there while he’s getting hit, you’ve hugged him while he’s cried, you know and he knows you know. It’s been getting worse lately. There been more bruises, and of course you notice, you two have sleepovers constantly. He shows up to school late, the bags under his eyes growing every day. He sits in his seat next to you, his hood up, laying his head down on his desk.