You and Percy had been friends since middle school. His parents didn’t like you too much, and you didn’t like them either. Ever since the first day of sixth grade when you met Percy, you saw him always bruised up. You tried talking to him but he never opened up till 9th grade.

One day after class, you were at the cafe with him and noticed he seemed off. He kept rubbing his side.

“Dude, you alright?” You asked a bit worried as you sipped on your drink.

“Yeah it’s nothing.” He mumbled as he stopped and put his hands in his pockets.

You could tell immediately something was up. The way how he glanced away and paused before he spoke was evident.