~Alfred's (America's) pov~
I walk hand in hand with the short guy and examined his face. I could tell he was worried about something...or possibly even scared of something. "Is s-something wrong", he asks looking up at me. I look down at him, and I could tell he was even more worried.
"N-no nothing's wrong", I say as I turn a corner to the boys bathroom door. I pulled him in and he let out a small squeak of pain. "Are you ok? Did I hurt your wrists again", I asked as I closed the bathroom door. But when I looked back at him he was pulling his sleeves down.
If this was about what I thought it was...he has to realize that I can help him. "...let me see them...", I said looking at him seriously. "I-i don't even know you! ...y-you don't even know me",he said holding his hands close to his chest. "Well tell me then, I'm Alfred...Alfred Jones, you", I asked ,calming myself down. He looked away shyly, still holding his wrists,"I-im Matthew...Matthew Williams, and don't think that just because we know each-ah- hey what are you-", he stuttered. With one swift movement I grabbed his wrist, he tried so hard to break lose. "Stop squirming around", "get away! Stop! Please I don't want-", he stopped his speaking once I pulled his sleeve.
I stared at all of the cuts on his arm. "Take off the sweater", I said letting go of his arm. He cried as he took it off and let it fall to the floor. "I...I'm sorry...I know...I'm a usel-", "no...no your not, Matthew...", I said softly as I scanned his arms. I gently ran my hands over the cuts, and he flinched. "S-sorry...but...may I ask you something", I asked looking down at him.
He nodded and looked up at me with tired, hurt, pain and tear filled eyes. But then I saw his neck...it had bruises that looked almost like hand marks.
~Matthews pov~
I noticed Alfred staring at my neck. Then I remembered the marks. "U-uh...I um", "who did that to you...and please don't lie to me...I won't judge you or get mad at you", he said putting his hands on my shoulders. There's no way out...I have to tell him.
"My...m-my...my f-father...", but before I could finish my sentence, Alfred was...hugging me. I hugged back since it seemed to had been years since I had hugged anyone. "Matthew...come to my house after school...it'll give you some time away from your dad, mkay", he said in a gentle tone. "Y-yeah...ok... I'll go", I said in my usual soft voice.
"Great", he said with a smile you could hear. He picked up my sweater and handed it to me,"thank you", I said. "You should probably clean up a little bit...and I'm sorry for hurting your arms and raising my voice", he said shyly. "Its ok...I accept your apology", I said quietly.
Before I started to clean my face, he grabbed my glasses off my face,"we wouldn't want these to get wet now would we", he giggled. "Hehe yeah thanks", I said before I started to wash up.
When I finished drying my face off, I thanked Alfred."No problem...so...er, does this make us friends now", he asked shyly. I smiled and nodded knowing that ,other than Arthur, that I would have a friend.
"Hah ok...", he said smiling as he opened the bathroom door. "Wait...um you won't tell anyone about this r-right", I asked grabbing his arm and looking up at him. "No I won't say a word without your permission", he said giving me a warm smile. Geez this guy is always happy isn't he.
I smiled back and we left the bathroom on to the class that we happened to have together.
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Yay 3rd chapter finished XP anyways as usual I hope ya liked it and see ya in the next chapter!
~YFG ❤
