Happily Trapped

03 | My Story

I feel tears form in my eyes. 

"BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAH" I hear him laugh. 

He's laughing at me. I feel the tears slip down the sides of my face from the edges of my closed eyelids. My body is tense, as hard as stone. I lost another person. 

I hear his laughter suddenly stop. 

"I already knew," he says with a calm tone. "I found out a while ago actually. You talk in your sleep. I didn't mean to laugh but I thought it was something serious. I thought you killed someone or did someone illegal that he caught you doing something and was using it over your head. You being gay should never be something to be ashamed of and honestly it kind of made us closer without you even knowing. 

I feel his hand land on mine as he pulls me up, so I am sitting up. I wipe the tears from my eyes and open them. I still don't look at him. I can't believe he knew and didn't tell me. He didn't leave when he found out either. He bent over and hugged me still being careful of my wounds. 

"I'm Bi" He whispered in my eye.

My eyes widen. He pulled away and looked at me with a small smile on his face. 

"You being gay was a surprise but it was the best thing ever. I finally found someone who could understand me on a deeper level" He said, his smile growing. "I'm not trying to write off you being gay like no big deal but DUDE we like DUDES. I'm so happy you finally told me. I've been waiting for you to come clean to me for what feels like ever now" 

He is smiling and even laughing a bit. I couldn't help but smile when he gets all upbeat and excited like this. He is always chill and laid back so seeing this side of him is a nice refresher. 

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner but to be fair you didn't tell me either....so I call that even," I say lacing my voice all innocent and putting on an innocent face. 

"If you weren't hurt right now I'd tickle you." He said smirking 

"Never been so happy to be hurt," I say with a smirk of my own 

He shakes his head and starts picking up the supplies that ended up on the floor during my escape attempt. I forgot all about my wounds until I noticed how gently he hugged me. I watch him pick up the supplies and process everything that has happened. He finishes and goes to pick up my hoodie before stopping and looking up at me. I nod for him to continue. 

"I am going to have to take it off," He says sympathetically. 

I swallow hard and slowly nod again. 

He slowly lifts my hoodie and I take my left arm out and slowly pull my right one out and he continues to lift it over my head. When my head comes out I inhale deeply at the look on his face. I feel scared. I've seen that same look on Hank's face but never this bad. He looks ready to kill. I look down at my own chest and arms and realize it does look pretty bad. You can see all the scars Hank gave me along with the fresh beating from both Jack and Hank. My right arm looks the worst. It is black and blue and swollen badly. If someone told me something inside of it was broken I wouldn't be surprised. I look up again and see his piercing gold-hazel eyes staring back at me. The look is so intense. After a long minute of staring he grabs different supplies he found in the nurse's office and starts patching me. He is extremely gentle with each touch. I do hiss every now and again from the pressure of whatever he wipes on a wound. When he goes to grab my hoodie from next to me he stops mid-way and looks at something. I follow his eyes to my left wrist. He grabs it quickly and looks it over. I forgot to hide the cuts. There are cut marks from the middle of my arm down to my wrist. He looks up at me and back down. He goes to start wrapping it up.