There was a party tonight at one of the popular guys of the school. With my best buddy and..his little sibling we went to this party.

We shouldn’t fucking have gone to this shitty party, I knew it.

I followed my best friend out of the party, who have his little sibling under his arm, like he’s protecting them.

“Hey man, why are we leaving? I mean, not that I complained I was bored anyway but?”

I said a bit confused. I didn’t know why we were leaving, I was sleeping at his house anyway. My friend give me a look I know is saying ‘later’.

We arrive at his house, his sibling quickly went in his room, leaving also quite perplexed. I feel like something happened — and I don’t really like the idea of thinking something happened to them.

I watched them disappear upstairs and turn to my friend, raising an eyebrow.

That’s when he mentioned that some guy got ‘too close’ to them tonight at the party.

Thats all he had to say. And without a second, I’m upstairs, in front of their door in less than five minutes.

I entered without knocking — I wasn’t really patient right now — they suddenly look at me surprised and confused.

“Who was he?”

I demand quite irritated. I can’t deny that it’s bothering me. They look at me like they don’t understand. It’s starting to get under my damn skin.

“The guy who touched you.”

Now they remember, their mouth opens — but no sound comes out.

Alright. It’s fine. I take a breath, I’m not angry at all — fuck it I’m fucking am — but not at them — at this punk.

“Tell me.”

I demand, losing my cool. I stepped closer to their bed, where they were sat down.

“Did he hurt you?”

They shake their head. Okay, good he didn’t, thank God. I would’ve ripped his head off if he even did. I still think about doing it.

“Did he scare you?”

they nodded, a little, I can see their hesitant and uncomfortable feeling e this.

I feel my blood boiling.

I exhale shakily and then gently cup their cheek with a hand that’s still tense.

“You should’ve called me. I would’ve been there in a second.”

I meet your gaze head-on

“I would’ve done whatever it took, you know.”

Their brother’s footsteps sound echoed downstairs. I just noticed how close we are — we shouldn’t be this close. And yet we don’t step away.

I can see in their eyes some fear still present from whatever that bastard did to them. And fuck, I really want to crushed that damn punk and fucking hold them in my arms until they feel safe enough with me.

I just want them to be damn relaxed with me.