Fix the broken

Chapter 16.

Maria
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"I didn't know where else to go." He says.

He looks bad. Very bad. He looks like he might pass out. Hands covered in blood, face bloody. He looks like he needs a hospital. The nearest hospital is half an hour away though.

"Come in." I yank him in by his shirt. "Come on we'll go to my room, okay?" I stay holding onto his shirt.

I was scared as fuck when I heard banging on the door, it wasn't like a couple knocks it was full on banging and I thought it was Efren, I texted Lorenzo not knowing he was the one on the other side of the door. When I got down there I was hesitant to open the door but I decided to just do it.

"Okay, I'm sorry." He murmurs.

"Don't be, just lets go. I'll get you cleaned up okay." He just nods he head and follows me up the stairs. When we make it to my room I lead him to the bathroom. "Here, sit." I point to the countertop.

When he sits down his face scrunches up in pain but he doesn't make a sound. "mierda" I curse under my breath. I did not expect my day to end up like this, I'm glad no ones home but me. "Who did this to you?" I ask breathless, getting the first-aid kit from the closet. Its not like I can do anything but still if it was Efren and he somehow ambushed him I would never forgive myself.(shit)

"My dad." He breaths out. I relax a little knowing it wasn't Efren but still, his dad? Why would he do that to his own child?

"Why would he do that?" I walk in front of him with the first aid kit in hand, taking his left hand gently starting to apply pressure with a gauze pad to soak up some of the blood. next I put some alcohol on a fresh gauze and say. "This might hurt." and start cleaning up the blood that has now stopped running . He hisses at first but doesn't move.

"I don't know why he does it. One day when I was younger I saw that my dad was home from work so I ran downstairs only to see that he was yelling at my mom and she was on the ground. He was saying that he knows she took his money, he also had an alcohol bottle so he was also drunk." He sharply inhales a breath when I wrap his knuckles.

Moving onto his right hand his left hand moves to the back my thigh making invisible circles on it. " Anyway I tried to help her up and take her with me but that only made my dad more mad and he yelled at me. My mom basically begged me to go to my room so I did. I wanted to help her but she didn't want me to get hurt. When I went back upstairs all I could hear was them yelling. I was only a little kid but that day had me fucked in the head since I was so young. When my mom came up to check on me she was bloody from the glass bottle. I helped clean her up but since then my dad hasn't stopped and that left my mom with a bunch of scars, trauma and trust issues, and that left me with nightmares." He reveals.

"Oh." I'm speechless. I don't really know what to say. How do you respond when someone trauma dumps? I'm glad he did it but I don't know what to do. Should I comfort him somehow? Should I just, I don't even know.

I know that just saying oh was not good though because his eyes go wide as if he didn't realize he blurted that all out. " I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to dump all that on you. Just forget I said anything okay. I think I should leave." He goes to stand up but I push him back down and he winces again.

"Sit down. I just didn't know what to say, I'm not good at comforting people other than my siblings and occasionally Mae. But I'm glad you told me, really." I finish up on that hand and start tending to his injurie's on his face, stepping in between his legs. He doesn't have that many on his face but he has a split lip and a couple other ones.