I saw him walk into school today. He looked normal, but for some reason I felt something was off.
He didn't say a word in class, and he didn't look me in the eyes once. He just sat and stared into the air. Something was definitely wrong.
After class, I tried looking for him but I couldn't find him anywhere. Weird. It's like he just disappeared.
But then it hit me. The basement.
I headed down there. I hoped I would find him, but on the other hand I was scared as to what I might discover. I was afraid of what he would tell me.
I quietly opened the door. I heard faint cries and I immediately recognized them as Harrys. I rushed inside and found him on the floor weeping. I threw my things and sat down with him.
"Harry! What's going on?" I ask frantically. He just looked at me, and he didn't need to say more. A big blue and yellow mark was plastered on his right cheekbone. It was obvious that it was a fist that did this, someone had hit him.
I can't believe I missed it when I saw him this morning. Must have been because he had his hood on.
"Oh my god" I whisper to myself, as he just drops his head to the floor.
"Who did this? Was it George?" I ask him. He doesn't respond. He runs a hand over his face.
"It's best that you stay out of this!" he exclaims, and his rudeness takes me by surprise. Why was he so angry?
"Harry, you know that I don't like it when you keep me out of things. We agreed to tell each other, when something is going on. Did you think I wouldn't notice?" I ask.
"I thought you would leave me alone after last night," he says.
"Yeah, that was my plan at first, until I saw you act so weird. Why are you even acting like this? What happened yesterday?"
"It doesn't matter. I told you to stay out of it" he says. I grab him by the wrist and look him in the eye.
"This is not going to fucking work if you act like an asshole all the time" I say. I can see the gears shifting in his brain. I think he understands the seriousness of my statement.
"Like breaking up?" he asks.
"Yeah, like breaking up" I say harsly. He looks onto the ground. He doesn't know what to say. He thinks for a couple of seconds, and there is complete silence.
"George didn't do this" he says, while still looking onto the ground.
"Wait. Then who did?" I ask. He doesn't respond and it leaves me time to think.
"He is hitting you, isn't he? Your dad?" I ask. He still doesn't answer and I don't mean to but I scream;
"Answer me!"
"Yeah" he just says, and he doesn't need to say more, it's enough answer for me.
"What the fuck! Have you told anybody?" I ask.
"No! Why the fuck would I tell anybody? It's my dad." he yells. He gets up and so do I.
"Harry, this isn't just something you pass over! You need to do something about it!" I yell back.
"And what do you want me to do, huh?! Walk into a police station and report my fucking dad?!" he yells.
"Yeah, that's exactly what you should do!"
"Come on, I can't do that, and you know it. I would never do that to my own dad, and if you were in my position you wouldn't either. See it from my perspective!!"
