Coming Home

I'm not sure if Zach was ready to throw up, or pass out. Hopefully it was the last one, hopefully not both. His expression changed though, from surprised to what seemed annoyed.

"Is this really funny to you." He mutters.

"What?" I ask confused.

"Oh yeah the popular Brian Haner Jr. Turns out to be gay and crawls through my window telling me this just to fuck with me." He answers.

"No, Zach thats not what I'm doing I-" But I get cut off.

"You are popular and I'm a loser! For all I know your friends Matt and Jimmy could be recording this whole entire thing." He exclaims.

"Zach," I sound grabbing his hand. "I'm not fucking with you."

"Prove it." He mutters.

"Fine," I say standing up like him. "Take off your shirt."

"What? No I'm not taking it off." He says looking at me like I was the biggest idiot in the world.

"Trust me, take it off." I answer calmly.

He hesitantly lifts his shirt above his head but I notice he cringes slightly. I'm not sure what for until I see his back. I let out a small gasp staring at it. Blood was dripping down it in small amounts, red slashes across it.

"What the fuck happened?" I say staring wide eyed.

I touched his back carefully and he jumped slightly. I traced my fingers dangerously close to the open wounds. Who the fuck did this to him? I will fucking kill them, how could they do this to him.

"Well why did I have to take my shirt off?" He asks staring at me.

"I just, needed to see you, I knew something was up." I say. "Your arms, they're not from your cat Zach, you don't have a cat. Your face, you did not fall down the stairs or run into a wall, who did this to your back?"

"N-no one." He answers weakly.

"Please, tell me." I whisper looking in his eyes.

"My-" He starts.

"ZACH GET YOUR FUCKING ASS DOWN HERE NOW!" Someone screams.

"Dad." He finishes.

He calls back to his dad and tells me to stay here, grabbing his shirt on the way out. I swear to God if his dad fucking touches him I'll kill his dad. This isn't fair to him. He did nothing to deserve this. NOTHING. I press my ear up against Zach's bedroom door trying to hear their conversation. I only heard muffled voices until I heard a loud crash. My eyes went wide, what the fuck was his dad doing. I heard footsteps up the stairs, fuck! Was it his dad or him? I run towards Zach's closet and close the door behind me. I heard the door open and footsteps come in.

"Brian?" Zach's voice whispered.

"In the closet." I answer, walking out.

When I stepped out I stopped dead in my tracks. Holy shit, his face. His eye was forming a bruise around it. His neck was bleeding but I'm not sure how. I saw his bottom lip was cut, what the fuck did his dad do?!

"What did he do to you?" I growl.

"It's nothing, don't start anything with him." He says trying to calm me down.

"No, fuck him. You're coming with me now." I state grabbing his school bag.

"Are you insane?" He asks wide eyed.

"No I'm not. Now grab some fucking clothes and shit, we're going to my place." I answer.

"But I-" He starts.

"You are coming to my place no fucking but's get your stuff now." I snap back.

A hurt expression appears on his face and I feel slightly guilty. I set his bag down and walk over to him. I out my index finger under his chin, forcing him to look at me. I wrap my arms around him carefully, not wanting to hurt him.

"Please Zach, you can't stay here." I whisper.

I heard a small sob escape his lips and I put a hand in his hair, petting it softly. I pulled away and grabbed his bag, helping him pack up. After he was sure he got everything I tossed his bags out his window before helping him down first. I heard footsteps coming up towards his room and I jumped out his window, not bothering that I would smash onto the ground.

"Aww fuck." I sound smashing onto my ass.

"Are you okay?" Zach asks concerned.

"I'm fine, lets go." I answer standing up.

Notes

Update 1 out of 2 today.