What is this emotion that i am feeling?
Is it love?
Is it lust?
I looked at my best friend that was sleeping in my bed, he had a rough night. I caught his girlfriend beating him, I was shocked when I witnessed this... I thought they were a happy couple but i guess it's true, you may get one side but behind the locked door is different.
When he came here, there was blushing gushing down from his nose. He has bruises on his eye and around his body. I am such a bad best friend, all those times that he was crying for help and I ignored all of them.
I heard shuffling and I rushed into the room to see Harry awake and he was shaking. I walked over to him to see if he was okay.
"Harry, are you okay?" I asked him.
He nods his head but there was little beads of sweat rolling down his face and he has panting like has just won a race. He was having a panic attack.
"Breathe." I said as I started doing the gestures and he followed.
Once he calmed himself down, he spoke.
"Si, i don't feel comfortable at all. I keep waking up every 40 minutes because of the trauma." Harry said as he was half asleep.
I looked at him and he was struggling to open his eyes, I got on the bed and pushed him down as I laid beside him. I didn't want to lay beside him without holding him so I wrapped my arms around his small slim frame and held him.
"I'll be here. Close your eyes and relax." I told Harry as he nodded his head and closed his eyes again.
I rubbed his arm smoothly to make him rest peacefully without any disturbance. I mean I know he isn't gay but he accepted this perfectly fine.
I am gay myself but Harry supports me so much, which I am forever grateful. I want to know why Harry's girlfriend started abusing him. I mean I know Harry so well, he is my best friend and he wouldn't even hurt a fly...
I know, for sure that he isn't violent, he is calm, collected person that loves to be himself. I guess i'll find out in the morning.
