Pitch Black

Chapter Six- No Hope

Scott's POV

Three local officers came in around noon to question Isaac about his father. I was once again in the hallway waiting by his door. The rooms were sound proof so I couldn't hear anything that was going on inside.

"Your coming home with me wether you like it or not," I heard my mom say. I was about to protest but when I looked in her eyes I knew I wouldn't win this fight.

I sighed in defeat and hung my head as I got up and followed her out the door. "He will be ok you know." She said to me in the car. "I'm not quiet sure about his mental state but physically he should heal just fine." She tried to assure me again but it wasn't working.

"What about his mental state? Huh? He will never be completely alright! Will he?" She didn't answer my question, but even I knew she didn't know the answer to that.

She gave me a knowing look. "You like him? Don't you?" she asked in a soft voice.

I could feel the blood rushing to my face as I quickly looked away. "Does it matter?" I whispered, still not looking at her.

"Not necessarily. I just want to know. I could care less about your sexual orientation but I do want to know if you have a boyfriend. We need to have a serious talk if you do."

I knew that meant she wanted to give me another sex talk so I responded with a, "Eww mom! Gross."

She gave me a sideways look at the comment I had just made. "You need to be safe. You never know what he could have."

When we got home I headed straight to the shower. Once in the shower my mind couldn't think of anything but Isaac. His blue eyes and full lips. The beautiful pink that overcame his cheeks when he blushed. I thought about his soft movements and gentle touches. Then I remembered the bruises. The black eyes and the soft painful moans when when he moved to fast. I remembered all of the times he missed school that I had just now figured out why. I remembered how small he looked in the hospital bed, that's when I got the unruly urge to puke.

I quickly got out of the shower and bent over the toilet. As my breakfast came back up I felt a soft hand on my back. My mom had always been there when I was sick. When my stomach was empty of its contents I sat back, loving the feel of the cold tile beneath me. My mom held my head in her lap as I felt the tears come on. I only ever cried in the security of my mothers arms and I hoped that that would never change.

"He's going to be ok. I know you'll help him through it." Mom whispered softly to me. "Now why don't you get dressed so you can get back to the hospital to be with him. His interview with the police should be about over by now."

I stiffly nodded my head in agreement.

On the ride back to the hospital my mom and l were both silent. I found his room quite easily seeing that I had been staying there with him for the past few days. He was asleep once again so I made my way around the room to his bed.

As I lovingly sweeped the hair off his face his eyes slowly opened. With a slight smile he uttered, "Scott."

"Isaac," I whispered back. Then and there I knew that I was falling so hard that no one could catch me now.