Fixing Broken Hearts

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Warnings:
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Tristan's POV

'Honey, can you come here for a second?' my mother called a few minutes after Elliot rushed home because of a text he got. I sighed softly and stood up from my bed, going down the stairs to go to my mother.

'Hi, what's up?' I asked with a fake smile. I was busier with Elliot who suddenly left, afraid the text was just a lie to get away from me after I started to compliment him.

He had always been okay with my sexuality, but I never made these flirty comments. I didn't mean to scare him off, but he was a very honest person and likely wouldn't have lied about the text, just to escape from me.

'Sweetheart, I want to apologise right away, but I'm really worried about you. When you were changing this morning, I wanted to give you a sandwich and opened the door. It caused me to see your chest, and I closed the door right away, but I saw really big bruises...'

My breath hitched and my eyes turned away, thinking about what I promised Elliot earlier. I wanted to break up with Patrick, but knew I was way too scared to do so.

'I don't really know if I'm ready to talk about it,' I whispered honestly. 'But I know I have to, I guess. I promised Elliot something, but I don't think I can do it alone.'

She wrapped her arm around me and gave me a tender kiss below my cheekbone. 'Do you know that I'll always be here for you, sweetie? I want you to feel safe at home and know we are always here with you, just like God is.'

'It was Patrick,' I stumbled with a shaky voice. 'And I'm so afraid to break up with him. Part of me doesn't want to either, because I love him so much.'

'Oh, Tris,' she whispered, giving me another kiss on my cheek. 'I know you do, but I promise there will be way more amazing guys who you'll end up loving.'

'Mom,' I whispered, my heart speeding up as I was about to admit something for the first time ever. Nerves started to rush through my body and heat rose to my face. I took a deep breath and saw her gentle smile. 'I'm in love with someone else...'

'Sweetie, what's his name!' my mother exclaimed. 'I bet he's perfect, I would love to meet him!'

'I don't think that would be necessary,' I admitted. 'Because you've already met him.'

'Oh my goodness, is it Elliot?' she asked with a gasp. 'I should have known! The way you look at him is just filled with love and he's the greatest friend you could have wished for.'

'I guess so... but I'm afraid he's uncomfortable. I flirted with him today and know that's a dumb thing to do because he said he's straight. Anyway, he said he got a text and ran off, but I'm so scared he was just uncomfortable and made up an excuse to get away from me.'

'Elliot is a really sweet and honest boy, I don't believe he would lie to you and hurt you like this on purpose. I'm sure he had a valid reason to leave and maybe he will-.'

My phone started buzzing. I moved away from my mother and raised my phone up to my eyes, seeing Elliot's name on the screen. I gasped and stepped away from my mom when I picked up.

'Elliot, is everything alright? I've been pretty worried,' I said straight away, hearing him pant softly. 'El?'

'I'm okay, but could I ask you for a favour?' he asked with a breathless voice. I heard a groan coming from someone next to him, someone who was clearly in pain.

'Yes, of course. Is someone next to you in pain?'

'Yeah, Clay had an... accident and he has to go to the hospital, but our parents aren't home. We tried to walk to the bus, but he fell down and can't get up.'

'Oh, goodness. What happened? Is it dangerous or is he not safe?' I asked as I ran back to my mother. I tapped her shoulder and put it on speaker.

'He's embarrassed about it and prefers not to talk much about it, if that's okay. He has an injury around his genital area and it can be quite dangerous if he doesn't get treatment for it.'

'I don't need to know any details if he's embarrassed about it. All I need to know is if Clay or you need anything while we drive to the hospital.'

'This is really weird,' Elliot started. 'But Clay is really tired, do you have a pillow so he can rest? The hospital is decently far and I want him to be comfortable.'

'We do,' I replied. 'We'll be there before you know.'

My mother smiled when I hung up and wrapped her arm around me as we walked to her car. 'You're such a sweet boy, I'm so proud to have you as my son.'

I chuckled shyly and stepped in the car after I made sure I picked the best and softest pillow I could find. My mother started the car and began to drive towards Elliot and Clay, passing their house on the way there.

I glanced out of the window and then frowned, realising the lights were all on and there were two cars parked on their parking place. 'They are both just at home...'

My mother looked to the side too and shrugged slightly. 'Maybe they went out and walked somewhere together?'

'I doubt it,' I replied with an unsure voice. 'I feel like Elliot was lying to me, but I don't know why. He never talks about himself, or Clay for that matter.'

My mother nodded slowly. 'But honey, I think you can trust him. He did the right thing telling you to break up with Patrick and he has always cared for you. He really got a text, probably from Clay because he wasn't okay. There surely is a reason why he said they were gone, trust him to have told you the truth.'

'But what if something is wrong and I'm trusting him, while he's lying to save himself or someone else?' I asked. 'I've never been able to go to their place before.'

'Sweetheart, try to trust him and ask Elliot if you can hang out at his place once! Maybe he just never thought of it because he always comes to us.'

I sighed softly and stayed quiet for the rest of the ride, which was pretty short. She parked the car when we saw Elliot sitting on the ground next to Clay, helping him stand up. He stumbled to the car and fell down on the backseat, grabbing the pillow.

Apparently, he was so tired that a few minutes after sitting in the car with a pillow, he fell asleep as Elliot massaged his arm.

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