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"Actually, yes.. I would love to talk about it."

That was all it took.

All it took, for Jake to hug Colby.

Jake wanted Colby to be happy, he never would've thought that this bright boy could be feeling so much pain.

"Lay it on me." Jake smiled, and pulled away from the hug. "Before you start, is there any way I could make you more comfortable?" Jake asked, grabbing Colby's hand.
"No, thank you. Im okay."

"The abuse started when I turned ten, because that's the age that my dad thought I should be outside working. He'd make me work outside, all day, no breaks. My mother would always tell him to let me at least eat lunch, since I was being kept out there from 9:00 am to 4:00 pm. 'No' was the only awnser she got. When I messed something up, like even something as slight as giving my dad the wrong tool for something, I'd get hit with whatever my dad could find. If he had a belt on, he would use that. No belt? Use a wrench. It hurt. It hurt so bad-" Colby got cut off by his own sobs.

"Colby.. you were just a little boy.. you didn't deserve any of that.. I'm.. I'm so sorry that happened to you. I can't imagine living like that.." Jake's eyes widened, and his eyebrows loosened. He didn't look like a 'big tough handsome guy' anymore, he just looked like Jake. And that was perfect.

"This went on until I was thirteen, when my dad got promoted. He now worked all day from 5:00 am to 6:00 pm, so my mom would take me with her to the Flower Grove. Her favorite spot. We would always sit together by the older ladies there, and we would knit, crochet, sew, and just talk. They were the people I felt most comfortable around. That's when I met Sam and Devyn. Sam was the sweetest boy I had ever met. Devyn, however, was the most stubborn person ever. Sam made me feel happy, like the Flower Grove did. My mother would often let me do whatever during the day, since I was 'homeschooled'. However, if I wasn't home by the time my dad got there, I was in for a beating. A horrible one. My mother finally got enough courage and moved out, but didn't forget about me. She'd come pick me up at 10, and drop me off at 5, so I was always home before my father. After my mother left him, was when his drinking problem started. He'd come home, drink, fall asleep at 1:00 am, and wake up at 4:30 am for work the next day. This became repetitive, and I started getting beat much worse, and for no reason now. He did it just because. This is when my mental health took a turn." Colby paused to catch his breath and look at Jake, to see if he was still paying attention, to which he was.

"My mother was diagnosed with cancer. I couldn't see her anymore. I had no way to. I waited all day for my dad to come home from work and beat me. If I didn't eat food before he got home; I wasn't eating. That was that. On most days, I didn't eat in general. I didn't feel like it. I lost my appetite, and my dad did not care at all. He didn't even notice. I started self harming. Cutting, burning, punching, scratching, every way possible. Nothing happened. That's when I tried my first attempt. When I turned 14, on my birthday. I should've felt special. I was hoping maybe at least a few 'happy birthday' texts from family members, but nothing. I felt worthless. I felt worthless on a day I was supposed to be happy. The one day I should've been happy. I found a rope in my dads garage; and tried hanging myself. The rope fell out of the ceiling, right before I lost air, I sobbed for hours after that. Hours. Hours of laying there miserable. Sam came over the next day, and saw the sore on my neck. He asked about what happened, and I told him. I was so grateful for Sam, and I still am. I love him. I always will. My arms, legs, body, filled up with scars, my heart filled with nothing. I felt nothing. I couldn't feel anything. I tried starving myself. I tried overdosing. I tried everything, and nothing fucking worked."

Colby's choked sobs made him stop once more,  and Jake squeezed his hand, letting him know he was still there, and had no intention of leaving.

"I.. I told Sam, and he offered to get me therapy, he offered a place to stay; but I couldn't leave my dad. Even after what he had done to me, I couldn't bring myself to do it. I had gotten news that my mother had passed, and I completely lost it. Fought back with my dad, and he almost killed me. Smashing a alcohol bottle over my head, and cutting my neck. I still have the scar." Colby stopped to show Jake the scar running across his neck.

Jake lifted his unused hand, but stopped.
"May I?" Jake waited for permission to touch Colby's scar. Colby nodded, and Jake gently ran his thumb across the long scar. He pulled his hand away, and nodded. Colby's sobs had slowed down now, but tears were still slowly coming out of his eyes.

"Sam came over after me not answering any of his texts, and helped me clean it. If he weren't there; I probably would've died from an infection. After so long of taking my dads bullshit, I couldn't handle it anymore. I left. And that's how I ended up here."

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𝘈 / 𝘕 : 𝘚𝘖𝘙𝘙𝘠 𝘐𝘍 𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘚 𝘊𝘏𝘈𝘗𝘛𝘌𝘙 𝘔𝘈𝘋𝘌 𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘊𝘙𝘠 . 𝘚𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 , 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 . 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵 , 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 . 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 , 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 , 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 . 𝘟 .

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