𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫? - 𝐓𝐌𝐑 𝐀𝐔, 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐨

014 - warnings?

A man should comfort you when you cry. And that's exactly what Minho is doing. He's letting my tears soak his shirt as he rubs my back, whispering comforting words.

"They saw everything," I cry into his torso. "They saw my... chest. They saw my scars—"

"Hey," he interrupts me. "It's okay. The only person that cares about it is Astrid. And, if it helps, I have scars too."

I hesitate before saying, "You do?"

He nods as I look up. "Yeah. And I'm not going to ask why you have yours, but my 'best friend' was abusive."

I nod to show I'm listening. "Continue. If you want to, I mean," I add quickly. "I won't force you, but I like listening to you speak. And I hope you dropped that 'best friend' of yours."

He smiles. "I did. Anyways, he would always hit me if I didn't do whatever he asked me to do. Sometimes he would slam me against walls, punch me, slap me, literally any chance he had to harm me with, he took it. I hung out with my other friends most of the time, and I told them all about it."

He swallows, and I know he is getting up to a piece in the story he doesn't want to say.

"You don't have to tell me," I reassure him. "You could talk about anything and I'll listen. Just please talk."

He listens to me and nods, though he doesn't continue his story. "I really thought Astrid was nice."

I nod. "So did I."

"She was Teresa's best friend," Minho states.

A lump forms in my throat, and I force myself to ask the question I'm dreading. "Who's side is she on?"

"Yours," he answers, though his tone is off; he's unsure.

I swallow the lump in my throat away, trying to smile.

I watch a shadow move towards the door to our cabin, and Mr Vince speaks. "Astrid, can you go get Minho and Whitley?"

"Of course," she responds, and the smirk planted on her face is audible.

"I don't want to go to sports," I whisper to Minho as Astrid walks into the cabin, grinning.

"I know," he says, pulling me closer. If Braedyn wasn't my best friend, Minho would be. He's one of my closest friends, and I don't know what I'd do without him.

"Hey guys," Astrid says fakely, acting as though she's our friend. She isn't. "Mr Vince told me to get you guys; we have to go sports."

"We aren't going," Minho tells her dryly.

She cocks her head and her fake smile forms into an obnoxious smirk. "Why not?"

"I'm not too sure," I say sarcastically, my tone rather irritated. " Maybe because you took pictures of me changing, and then you sent them to everyone here? Just maybe."

Minho chuckles, but Astrid just gives me a deadly glare.

With a huff, she exits the cabin, causing Minho and I to scoff.

"I think today is the day that we're supposed to get calls from our family," Minho states abruptly.

I groan.

"What?" He asks. "Do you not want to call your family?"

Shaking my head, I respond with, "No. My mother hates me, my father is dead, both of my grandparents left when I was born. And I have no other family."

And my mother killed my father. All because he was my favorite.

He stares at me, eyes wide. "Your mother hates you?"