Part 6

"Please... save me"

He was crying.

Those stream of tears shined like a diamond in the reflection of the moonlight.

It was the first time I had seen him cry after a very long time.

My body looked steady as opposed to how tangled my mind was.

"What is love?"

What was I supposed to say?

"What...what do you mean?"

He ascended from the sidewalk, standing on the ground.

His slender finger slowly made its way to the chain and unzipped his jacket.

It would've been fascinating if the circumstances were different.

My eyes widened with terror as the jacket fell to the ground leaving his pale torso for me to view.

I didn't notice the Vehicles passing by now and then, the streetlights flickering or the cold breeze of wind stroking my stunned expression.

Everything went unnoticed by me, the only thing I gawked at was his gorgeous body but

There were more blues than whites.

His torso was filled with bruises and cuts, some were fresh and some were in the process of healing.

"Is this what love is?" He implored, his voice breaking in between making me switch my focus from his torso to his face.

His eyes were scouring for an answer in mine.

His metaphysical blue orbs reflected all the suffering he's been put through, all the things he has been concealing,

They spoke to me in a language I couldn't clarify.

"If it is, I don't want it" he added, his eyes never departing from mine.

"What is happening? How? Tell me everything" I slowly spoke.

"Mom says she loves me. She says she is doing this for me. She says I'll thank her when I grow up into a fine man."

I looked at him in utter confusion.

I gave him a nod to let him know that I was listening.

"Remember Sam?"

"The one who left the school in middle school?"

"Yeah... he liked me and mom and his boyfriend got rid of him."

My stomach dropped. My whole existence became blue.

"What are you saying?" I didn't want to hear more of it but I still asked not sure what to say.

"Sam came to my house after that match. He told me that he had something to tell me. Everybody was celebrating our victory. I went with him. We two were alone inside my room. That's when... that's when he told me he liked me and kissed me. I was shocked and before I could say anything the worst thing happened. My mom's boyfriend, Justin saw and heard everything. He called my mom and told her every bit of it. They both threatened sam and told him to leave this place for good if he wanted to live. They called his parent and cussed at them. I tried to stop them but things happened so quickly and before I could do anything he left. I was just shocked, y/n. I wasn't disgusted. I wanted to talk to him about it and I wanted to figure out if I had liked him back or not. I told my mother about it and....."

He took a deep breath and with every breath he took, it got visibly harder to hold the tears back.

"It's okay if you don't want to tell-"

"THEY RAPED ME, Y/N, those monsters..."

"Huh?" I was at loss, I couldn't believe it.

He broke down in tears as I watched him from a few feet away.

What was he talking about?

She wouldn't do that to her own son, right?

She is just as nice as she seems, right?

I misapprehended things, right?

Right?

"'Once you have sex with the opposite gender you will turn into a real man, a man who loves women' that's what she told me that day. I was fucking 15 and helpless at that time. How was I supposed to fight when a huge man pushed me down while an unknown woman raped me? Who would've believed me? What was I supposed to do? Was I the wrong one all this time? Tell me, y/n, tell me I'm wrong"

"Dan..."

I stood up to caress him but I halted when he spoke, making me wish to vanish from the Universe.

"Now, she wants you gone"

He spoke, His eyes never meeting mine.

I didn't move or speak.

My mind ran empty and all that I could think of was what he had just said.

"They think you're..... Another Sam and they want me to not hang out with you anymore. I don't even know that bitch that calls herself my girlfriend. She is way older than me and never leaves me alone no matter what. I hate her. She doesn't let me meet you, it's like she's gatekeeping me. They hit me when I fail at something. They treat me like I'm their puppet. They're torturing me, Noah. I've hated my reflection for years and years. I can't look in the mirror anymore, it's so not like me.

Y/n, these scars... They don't look good on me. It hurts..... I want to move on with it and accept it as my fate but I can't.

Is it wrong to ask for freedom?"

I felt like the soil was dragging me in.

My entire body became heavy as I fought the urge to wail in front of him.

Who was I to weep at such a minor circumstance while the person I admired the highest is suffering awfully?

The pieces from my shattered soul never stopped jabbing me or threatening me to shred my chest apart.

The lump in my throat grew up as I fought the tears with every bit of me.

I didn't know what to do or what to say but my body moved on its own.

I leaned up close to him and embraced him in my arms like a warm blanket wrapping around him hoping it would ease his pain, even if it's just momentary.

Dan took a deep breath, inhaling the fresh air with my fragrance embroiled in it.

His tears never came to an end and I never let him out of my grip.

"Please, I don't want to stop meeting you"