You both had plans prepared for later; the both of you were going to hang out at your house after school.

A certain amount of hours passed… and he were no where to be seen.

You then heard a faint knock on your door… could it be him? Indeed it was.

He was covered in bruises, almost seemed to have been hickeys; another thing you couldn’t ignore were the tears streaming down his face; his clothes were ragged, his hair was a mess, and he was breathing heavily…