A Forbidden Love

Chapter 8

Hinatas POV

I stared in horror at the site before my eyes. What in the hell happened to him?! Who did this?! I saw red staining the white shirt he was wearing that was unbuttoned and looked like it had been thrown on to cover something up. I peeled back the shirt slightly since he had fallen on his side so it was easy for me to peel back his shirt enough to see what all the red stains were about and I nearly screamed in horror when I saw what it was . Blood. It was blood. And lots of it. I peeled back his shirt more to see big ugly looking slash marks up and down his back. I moved the lamp closer to him so I could study him closer. It looked like he had been whipped. They were still bleeding heavily and I had no idea what to do in my hazy state except go and try and find some way to help him. How and who to call for help I don't know. Tears continued to stream down my eyes when my eyes moved to the bruises on his wrists. He must have been imprisoned and was shackled. And whipped. That explains why he had disappeared. But my father had also disappeared. The gears were turning in my foggy haze inside my brain. And then it all came together. Oh shit. No! No! No! This is all my fault. I fell to my hands and pulled Goyo into my lap and sobbed against his chest. My tears staining his white shirt and blood was mixing with my tears and I knew some of his blood probably got on my face but I could really give a hoot at the moment. I mentally slapped myself and said in my mind pull it together girl! Goyo got hurt yes but he's here with you now! He needs help! Badly.. He's bleeding a lot. I didn't bother to wipe the tears from my face but instead grabbed goyos feet and pulled him into my room and fell against the door exhaustedly and still dizzy from whatever the hell I was given. I was mentally making a note to apologize to Goyo for dragging him into my room but I can't exactly carry him. I'm a tiny girl he's a big guy. See the problem. I stumbled to the corner of my room and pulled out the futon. I made it fold out into a bed and carefully and as gently as I could got him on to the futon. Once he was on the futon I flipped him over onto his stomach and went back into the hallway and grabbed my lamp. I would turn on the light but I figured it might disturb Goyo. So I left the lamp on the bedside table next to the futon and made it brighter so I could see better. I grabbed the hem of his shirt and ripped it open so I could inspect his wounds. I nearly started sobbing when I saw his torn flesh. The skin was an angry red color and there were deep gashes up and down his entire back. How many times did they whip him?! I thought with horror. I stumbled into my bath room and fell to the floor as I began searching through my cabinets I threw things as I searched not caring that it would look like a tornado hit. Finally I came across the little box with a Red Cross on it. I clutched it tightly in my hands and crawled back to the futon knowing I would just fall if I tried walking. I settled onto my knees and by the light of my lamp I addressed his wounds. I fumbled with the little box trying to open it, frustrated with myself once again for letting this hazy state come across me. And for what happened to Goyo. I was about to scream but instead I through the little box against the wall as hard as I could. It immediately fell to the ground and burst open in contact with the wall. I crawled toward the box and grabbed a few things that had fallen out and set them on the futon beside goyos head. I had grabbed gauze thank goodness. I couldn't exactly rap his wounds but I would do my best. I ended up placing a coat of ointment that would hopefully ease the pain and start the healing process of his wounds all over his back and laying long strips of gauze on top all across his back. Stoping at the top of his pants hem. Then I made my way back to my bathroom crawling still and grabbed a towel and wet it in the sink with some cool water. I clutched the towel tightly in my hands and crawled back to Goyo and laid the towel with the cool water soaking it across his back so maybe I could reduce some heat and make him feel a little better. I crawled back over to the medicine kit satisfied with his bandages and grabbed a couple Tylenol looking pills hoping they would ease some pain from the pounding headache I had. I swallowed them at once with a little water from a glass I had sitting on my bedside table. Once the meds started kicking in I felt the headache reduce slightly and knew the pills were working. I grabbed a blanket from off my bed and sat by goyos side on the floor. I laid my head on my arm while my other hand idly stroked his cheek gently and his hair. He needed a hair cut but he likes his hair long. I do like his hair long too cause it just suits him. I kissed his cheek gently and laid my head down beside his and thoughts were swarming around in my head. Why was Goyo punished? If my suspicions are correct why did my father possibly have something to do with this?? He was gone at the same time Goyo disappeared. It is logical to think he is the one behind it.. But it makes me feel indescribable amounts of pain, hurt, shock , anger, and disbelief that he would do this to Goyo. I'll have to ask Goyo for more details in the morning. Once he feels better and gets a bit of strength back. I'll have to see that he also gets proper medical attention for his wounds and better medicine for him to take to help with the pain and for healing. At some point I must have fallen asleep and lost consciousness because next thing I know everything is forgotten for the moment and I had drifted off into a deep sleep.