Tarlos at hard times

part 2

Carlos pov

It was about 3 weeks since I called tk and he came back to me. I was at school. I get bullied everyday. I try to ignore it but it gets to me sometimes. I have cried over it in front Tk just broken down. I feel bad for making him worried when he can't come to me. Class was ending.

(WARNING rape don't read if that triggers you💔 it's most of this. Just some at the end that they just bravely refer to it. You will miss some of the storyline. But pls don't read it if it does trigger you. You can still keep reading the rest if you jump over)

I went out and was hit to the ground. The bully grabbed me tight and hard and took me in to a class room that was empty. He clutched me to the wall. It hurt where he was holding me. A different guy was there too. He smiled evily and kissed me. He held me down so I couldn't move. It kept going and going. My brain stopped prosessing what was happening. I tried to block it out of my head. I felt it all. Tha harsh movements. The horrible feeling shooting through my body. The tears falling. Pain forming. I blacked out at one point. But it didn't mean they stopped.

*A while later*

I woke up. My head hurt really bad. I tried to get up but passed out cold hitting the table. A cut came from it. I fell to the ground and stayed there. Tk tried to call me wanting to talk to me as usual. I didn't wake up or answer. He called me again some hours after that. My parents started to get worried when I didn't come to dinner. They called the school. They said I had left class and that was the last time they saw me. My parents waited a little longer before going to look for me. They didnt find me because they didn't understand to look for me in a class room that I wasn't in. The whole day passed. They needed to wait longer before putting me as missing. Someone found me when school started. They called the ambulance seeing I was bleeding from my head. Or did.

My parents were told and came to the hospital. The doctors had already checked me and could see what had happened. I had marks still on my arms they were blue because of how strong he held me against the wall. I had marks on my neck and down at my hip and down. My lips had been swallon but wasnt anymore. My parents came knowing nothing. My mom was so glad I was okay. But Ireally wasnt fully okay seeing the bandages around my head. They sat down beside me. Tk had no idea about all of that had happened.

My parents didnt know what happened to me when they came in. Mom noticed the blue purple marks on my arms. She asked dad about it but he didnt know more then her. The doctor walked in.

"whats wrong with him?" mom asked worried. The doctor had an sad look knowing what i had been through and he needed to tell me. It worried my parents.

"he injured his head. He got nocked out by it but he should be okay. We dont see any permanent or dangerous damage by it-" he said.

"but why is he purple on his arm here and on the other?" mom asked worried and scared of why it was like that.

"we think its marks from being held against his will. The marks on his neck are burst of a superficial bloodvesel. That is called a hickey. He had marks his privet part showing he been sexuality assaulted" he said sad. It was quiet.

"y-you s-sur-re?" mom said starting to tear up.

"I am really sorry" he said sad. Mom started to cry. Heartbroken by what had happened to her son. Dad hugged her. He wasn't crying but felt angry at who ever that had hurt his son. Some hours passed before I started to wake up. My finger moved a little. My parents where sitting by my bed. Mom had stopped crying but was still heartbroken and sad. Mom saw me wake up. I came to and jumped up remembering where I was last time I was awake. Mom got up.