Let Love Bleed Red

I'm sitting there in class, face buried deep in a book, and then a piece of paper is thrown at my head and I turn around to see my 3 best friends Megan, Joselyn, and John laughing and I can't help but throw the paper back and laugh when it hits Megan in the face.

The teacher isn't in the room yet. It's homeroom and it's also the last week of school, so we all jump around and act like idiot, because well, who wouldn't do that on the last day of school?

Joselyn's eyes light up and she looks at Megan and I look at Megan and we both have the same confused look on our faces.

"Yes, Joselyn?" I say she looks at me "You know what we should do?" Joselyn says.

"No?" I say

"No!" Says Megan, "You said we wouldn't do it! You promised."

"Please?" Joselyn begs, "Pretty please?"

"No! You pinkie promised!" Megan complains

"And you can cut my pinkies off. Pretty please?" Me being really confused I interrupt their little battle and say "What the heck is she going on about?" Megan sighs, "She wants to cut school sometime this week because its the last week of school. I told her no but what do you think?" She asks me.

I shrug, "I think it'll be fun."

Megan frowns "Fine."

"Yes!" Joselyn cheers and I smile.

We walk out of homeroom and BOOM! I'm hit with a body of a boy who's eyes are filled with terror, as two jocks stride towards him with really pissed off looks in their eyes.

They grab him by his hood and throw him against the lockers. Megan try's to get in to help him but the jocks push her to the ground. She tries to get back up to go at them again but I grab her before she did something stupid and got hurt.

The two turn back to the to the boy and punch him multiple times in the face, in the gut, in the ribs everywhere, and I feel helpless. I want to help but I have no strength, but I faced my fear anyway and went in to help. It was pointless, I was basically like a bird flying into a house, or a midget throwing a rock at a giant and it going as far as their ankle, I hardly affected them.

Then something happened in my mind and everything went blank and I saw red hot and it over powered me. I pushed through the two punching towers who were still continuously hitting the boy and I grabbed his hand a pulled him out of the pain and I ran. I ran and ran and ran. Out of the school, Past the park, and straight to my house.

My parents were out of town on business so I knew I would get in trouble for skipping school, also I knew those jocks wouldn't dare step foot outside of that school unless they wanted to be kicked of the football team for the following year.

I let go of his hand and ran up the front steps of my house and unlocked the door with the spare key I kept on top of the door frame and opened it. Wen I turned back, I saw him standing there with a look of fear on his face and I mean why wouldn't he be scared?

He doesn't know me, I helped him, and brought him to my house. No, no, he should be fine. Not scared at all. Right?

I walk down my steps and stand in front of him fro a few second and I realize how beautiful he looks and how innocent he is and to break these feelings I sigh and grab his hand "Come on." I pull him up the stairs into my house , down the little hallway into my kitchen and set him on a stool.

"I'll be right back." I say and walk into the bathroom to find a first aid kit because the jocks got him pretty badly. They split his lip open and cut open just under his eye and busted his noes up.

When I get back out to the kitchen, having succeeded in my quest to find a first aid kit, I find him sitting on the stool if left him on, only is head is down and he's whimpering and I realize he's crying, and my heart breaks.

He hears me come in and wipes his tears. I set the first aid kit on the counter and stand in front of him. I gently put my hand under his chin and tilt his head towards the light so I can get a better look at his cuts.

"I'm fine. Really. I should probably be going.." He goes to get up and I set him back down, "I won't hurt you...but cleaning you up might sting a little." He sighs and goofy little sigh and I smile and I see him grin.

"So who were those guys anyway? I let go of his face and grab a Band-Aid from the kit with a cotton swab and Neosporin to put on his lip

"Oh. Them? Nah there just some guys..." He trails off but I know he's leaving something out but I don't going to push the matter because I can tell it hurts him to talk about it. So I grab some butterfly stitches and place them over his noes and I put cream under his eyes and step back to look at him.

"So why were they beating you up?" I ask anyway, because I'm curious.

"It's....it's nothing." He says.

"Bull." I say, "Spill it." He looks at me "I don't even know your name...and your telling me to tell you something personal about me."

"Okay," I say, "So what's your name?"

"Adrian." He says. "And you?"

"I'm Raven." I replay, "Now we know who each of us are. Now you can tell me." He sighs.

"They pick on me because of how I dress and because I'm not athletic and because I have a bunch of disorders. Like social anxiety, and O.C.D and A.D.H.D. and stuff like that. They call me a fag all the time and pick on me and all that's fun stuff... Happy I told you?"

I was awe struck and I didn't know what to say. he looks at me with these really sad tear filled eyes and I melt at how beautiful he is. His eyes are like a blue, purple color and look amazing with his long straight black hair to match. I can't help but hug him

"Awe...honey it will be okay." I hold him against me while breaks down even farther and cry's harder and harder. By the time he stops its been about and hour and it's only 10:30 am.

"Hey, do you want to, you know, stick around for a while?" I ask him. He gives me a confused look, and I hurry to continue and explain.

"I mean, because I don't want you getting in trouble for cutting class and I'm pretty sure you don't want to go back and get picked on even more....so I was curious as to if you would stay and...yeah." I say not knowing what to say next or how he would respond to what I just said.

He nods "Yeah." He nods again, "Yeah. I'll stay."

"Cool," I said "Anything you like to do?"

"I like movies, and video games." He replies

"What kinds?"

"Action, horror, comedy. Guitar hero, Assassins Creed, Call of Duty. Stuff like that." He nods and his hair falls in his eyes and I smile and nod back.

"Great! I have all of that. I'll be right back."

"Where you going?" He asks worried. Almost like he's afraid to be alone.

"To put comfortable clothes on and to grab some things." I say with a reassuring smile. "I'll be right back." He nods and I smile and run up my stairs.

I get to my room and strip down to my bra and underwear and throw on a pair of gray sweatpants and a white tank-top and pull my long red hair up into a messy bun. I turn to grab my bean-bag chairs and take them down stairs along with some video games.

When I get down there he's awkwardly standing in the kitchen. He see's me and smiles a small smile and we head into the living room to play some games and watch movies.