I smell trouble

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"Mr Phillips has said you need to be tutored" He mentions

"Oh god,who else knows?" I question

"Ronnie chill a second,Mr Phillips pulled me to the side and asked me after class if I would tutor you" He replies

"Oh good" I reply

"If you want to,that is" He says

"Are you sure that's a good idea,you know with the situation with Luke and I.If he finds out I'm spending time with you,he will kill us both" I explain

"Ronnie Its okay,he doesn't have to know" He says

"You shouldn't be scared of him like this,it's not right" He adds

"I can't help it Elliot" I tell him

"What have you got to lose anyway,he's going to be nasty to you when he comes back from gigging anyway" Elliot comments

"I guess" I sigh

"So what do you say?" He questions

"Okay sure,I really appreciate you offering to tutor me.As long as that's okay with you" I mention

"Of course it is" He smiles

"Okay cool" I smile

"See you tomorrow then,11am good for you?" He asks

"Yeah that's fine,I'll have the bacon rolls ready" I announce

"Thats what I like to hear"He says

"Bye Elliot,Thankyou for everything" I hug him

"See you tomorrow Ronnie" He replies walking down my drive and pulling away onto the road.

Last night I slept the best I have done in a long while.I feel much better about myself now and I can't that Elliot enough for that.Dead on 11am a knock sounds at the door.

My heart aches as I lay eyes on him.His has a large deep cut on his eyebrow,his lip is beaten and swollen,his other eye is purple and puffy .He is slightly hunched holding his lower stomach.

"Oh God what happened to you?" I question

I grab hold of his shirt top and help him into the house

"Ronnie Im fine,really" He squints.I hold his left hand to support him,he groans as he steps over the doorstep and into the house.I hood my arm round his waist and his arm rests of my shoulder.I sit him down on the sofa and rush my it into the kitchen.

I grab my first aid kit and boil a kettle,pouring hot water into a bowl,a cloth and ice in a bag and carry it into the living room.Elliot continues to hold his stomach.I place the ice onto Elliot's lip and he winces.

"Sorry" I sigh

He takes the ice bag off of me and holds it to his lip.

I wait for the boiling water to cool down a bit before I dip the cloth in it and gently dab it on the gouge on his eyebrow.He closes his eye and breaths out in pain.I clean the cut and dry it off before placing some butterfly stitches on it.

"Thankyou" He sighs

I make him a hot drink and prop him to sit up straight with a pillow behind his back on the sofa.

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