Please... (Mavi/PTX)

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A/N: Jesus.. 1k?! How?! (btw that's me in the pic ^^, would I pass as a guy? I forgot to take off my make up tho)

He ran away from me but was that really the best solution for him? I didn't want to sound like I knew it better and wanted to have him for myself but running home towards the man who beat him up day by day would not solve any of his problems. I rubbed my tired eyes and left the bathroom, heading towards the cafeteria again which was now nearly empty since lunch time was already over. Kirstie seemed to had noticed my sad expression and stood up to rub my back.

"You okay?"

I wished I could say that I was but that would've been a lie. Physically I was perfectly fine but mentally? I wasn't so sure. He never left my thoughts and now he clouded them more than ever.
"We need to go. I sense that he's in a lot of trouble.."

Without asking they followed me towards my car, Scott sitting to my right, Kevin and Kirstie in the back. No music played, no conversation took place. I could feel them standing by me, sharing my thoughts and plans. I would knock on the door and ask him to come and leave with me..yeah. That was my plan. No guarantee that I would actually succeed but what could I loose?
Scott stiffened a little when we drove through the forbidden neighborhood. He has never been here and he had made a promise to himself to never come into contact with those kind of people, whatever that meant. I parked the car in the same alleyway as before and we all got out. Kirstie and I were less shocked than Kevin and Scott who had never seen under which circumstances that poor student had to live. They observed every detail of the house and only muttered words such as creepy, weird and unbelievably sad. I couldn't agree more and I already knew that they wouldn't be more enthusiastic to walk further if they knew what was actually going on inside. As on command a loud smack halled through the streets, making Kirstie jump behind Kevin.

"What's that? Is it.. is it coming from his house?!"

Scott asked, his eyes widening in fear. He wanted to leave I could tell but he wouldn't because he knew that his help was needed. After another smack emerged from the house we heard the man yelling and my heart beat faster.

"You're disobeying me! Take them off! Off I said!"

Smack. He was beating the student because of the clothes I gave him! This was my fault! Walking closer to the door I stopped thinking about unnecessary stuff. He should be my only focus right now. My friends waited and hid behind the corner while I marched towards the front porch, standing right in front of the old wooden door. My breathing was visible in the cold air and it came out in rapid little huffs. Closing my eyes for a second I lifted my hand and knocked on the door, hearing my friends gasp a few feet away from me.
There was no turning back now. The yelling haltered immediately, the smacking noise disappeared. Instead I heard footsteps walking through the living room and stopping on the other side of the door. I held my breath and I could swear that my heart stopped beating too. The doorknob turned and the door opened. My eyes were focused on his muscular chest and I didn't dare to look up and into his eyes.
"Who are you?"

His voice was not as deep as when he yelled but still shook the earth underneath me. His body was trained and massive, he could break a tree with his bare hands... or a thin student. I managed to breathe a little and stuttered.

"I..I j-just w-wa-wanted to b-bring h-h-him his home-homework."

I finally looked up and met ice cold blue eyes which looked similar to Scott's but didn't show the same emotions. My friend's were filled with empathy and joy while his showed hate and power. The look he was giving me was a mixture of mistrust, anger and annoyance and had a sick twist to it.

"Avi!"

He yelled and the thin boy appeared behind him, his new pullover ripped so I could see his chest bleeding and his head hung low.

"Do you know that guy?"

He looked up carefully and my heart sank when I saw his black eye and a cut on his upper lip. Did the man care that I could see the young one being treated like that? Didn't he fear that I could call the police?
The student briefly met the eyes of his tormentor but didn't answer.

"What is your relation to it?"

He asked me.It?! As if the student was an object?! I had to stay calm but I wanted desperately to punch him right in the face. I looked at the young male and although he told me with his eyes to not say it I said it either way.

"I'm his friend."

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#Yanie