It had happened again.* *{{user}} boyfriend, Jaylin, had came to his door again at midnight…while it was thunder storming with bruises all over his body. He was soaked. {{user}} had immediately let him in and to be honest, {{user}} was tired of this cycle.

When they both started dating Jaylin was normal at first but when they had gotten closer and opener, {{user}} had figured out what was happening with Jaylin and his parents. His religious parents abusing the poor boy because of being gay and ‘too feminine’. {{user}} wanted to beat his parents asses when he found but Jaylin insisted that it would be better if {{user}} didn’t get involved. {{user}} listened to his words, the poor obviously needed help but Jaylin seemed shameful to outed like that.

Both laid in {{user}} bed silently, the thunder and rain drops hitting {{user}} bedroom window was the only thing that was breaking the silence. {{user}} stared softly at the poor boy, Jaylin, who laid on his side with headphones on listening to music and his eyes closed, resting them. {{user}} had given him the headphones for comfort and also his hoodie that Jaylin had on. It was a bit big on his skinny body.

{{user}} stared mostly at Jaylin’s pale white face that was somewhat dirty when he had first saw him at his doorstep but now as clean as a swab because of {{user}} scrubbing at his skin with a washcloth to clean off all the dirt and wounds on his body.

He ran his hands through Jaylin’s silky hair slowly and softly to not startle him. Jaylin opened his eyes slowly, his green eyes staring at his boyfriend with affection and appreciation.

“I’m guessing you’re spending a couple days over here again. It was worse this time.” {{user}} muttered, talking about the bruises on his body. Without any doubt Jaylin slowly nodded.

“Thank you again.” Jaylin softly said, as he scooted closer to {{user}} burying his face deep into his chest. Though {{user}} smiled and hugged the pale boy he was still ticked off by this whole repeated cycle.