The Sleepover

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Kyle slumped into the chair, his face contorted in agony. I could see the pain etched on his features, his eyes squinting as if the light was too much to bear. I quickly warmed up some towels and gently began to remove the blood from his face, my touch soft and soothing. As I cleaned him up, I couldn't help but feel a surge of empathy for my friend.

Once I had cleaned his wounds, I rummaged through my mom's medicine cabinet and found some painkillers she used when she was hungover. I handed them to Kyle, who swallowed them gratefully. We sat in silence for a moment, the stillness of the room a stark contrast to the turmoil that had just unfolded.

"Thanks, Shawn," Kyle said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. "I owe you one."

I smiled and put a hand on his shoulder. "You don't owe me anything, Kyle. That's what friends are for."

"Now let's get to bed," I said, standing up and stretching my arms above my head. "It's already 2 in the morning."

I helped Kyle up from the chair, and he winced in pain as he straightened his legs. We made our way to my room, the silence between us thick with unspoken words.

We entered my room, and Kyle's eyes locked onto mine, a silent plea for help. "Can you help me remove my shirt?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

I nodded, and gently began to remove his shirt, trying to hide my shock as bruises and welts came into view, covering his torso like a dark shadow. Kyle winced in pain as he sat down on my bed, his eyes cast downward, avoiding mine.

I sat next to him, my heart heavy with concern. "How long has this been going on, Kyle?" I asked, my voice soft but urgent.

He hesitated, his voice cracking as he spoke. "Since my mom died."

I felt a pang of sorrow and anger, my mind racing with questions. "I'm so sorry, Kyle. But can't we report him? This can't continue."

Kyle shook his head, his eyes welling up with tears. "No, he's all I have left as a parent. I can't lose him too."

I placed a hand on his shoulder, trying to offer comfort. "Okay, I understand. But this has gone too far, Kyle. Look at yourself."

He nodded, his eyes cast downward. "I'll be fine. Let's just get some rest. Tomorrow, I'm going somewhere."

My curiosity piqued, I asked, "Where?"

Kyle's eyes flickered with a hint of determination. "You'll see."

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