tu see the huddled body in the corner.

“Johnny?” tu whisper, before breaking out into a sprint.

A million thoughts raced through your mind as tu ran into the alley.

“Not again, not again.” tu think.

He would break for sure this time.

tu crouched siguiente to the huddled body.

“Johnny?” tu ask, trying not to let the tears fall as tu shake him gently.

No response at first, but he slowly turns his head toward you.

tu gasp at the sight of him.

His was eye black, swollen shut. A giant gash was on his cheek.

“Johnny… ” tu whisper, bringing a hand to his face.

“Hey…” He mutters.

“We gotta get tu out of here.”
tu mumble.

“Nah… I ain’t going home. Only makes things worse.”

“No… You’re coming back To my house.” tu say, trying to remain calm.

“It’ll be easier to leave me here… The boys’ll come get me eventually.” He sputters.

“Johnny… tu need help.”

He looks tu dead in the eye. “So do you.”

tu stop addressing his wounds, and look at him. “What?”

“You need más help than I do.” He states.

“That’s not true and tu know it.” tu mumble, reaching your hand back up to the gash on his forehead.

He grabs your wrist, and tu wince.

“I told tu tu need más help.” He says sadly, unwrapping his fingers to mostrar your scars.

“Johnny that doesn’t matter.” tu dismiss it, wiping up the blood from his cheek with a corner of his camisa, camiseta tu had ripped of previously.

“It does. I’d get jumped a thousand times to know tu weren’t being hurt… o hurting yourself.” He says quietly.

tu don’t answer, just let the silent tears fall as tu keep cleaning off blood.

“You can help me, if tu let me help you.” He says quietly.

All tu can do is nod.