"It's unbelievable how you can affect someone else so deeply and never know."
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• Logan's P.O.V. • I woke up to the sound of something hitting my window. I get up to check it out only to find Dallas throwing rocks. I open my window and just stare at him, waiting to see if he notices that I'm there. He turns around and before he could stop himself, he threw the rock he had in his hand which landed right on my forehead.
"My bad!" He shouted nonchalantly at me. I shushed him real fast. It was 4:21 in the morning and my parents were still sleeping.
"What are you doing here?!" I questioned him, it's not everyday I've got someone throwing rocks at my window, let alone it being Dallas Winston.
He didn't look his usual self. He frequently held his arm and then checked his hand and he had something going down the side of his face.
"Do you think I can take you up on that offer?" He questioned.
"Yeah, do you think you can make it up or-" I didn't even finish what I was saying before he started to climb up the tree next to the house. Once he was close enough he jumped over the railing onto my balcony.
I brought him into my bathroom and turned on the light. There I saw was a beaten up Dallas. He had a bruise forming on his cheek, a cut on his forehead, and a deep cut on his upper arm.
"Dallas what happened?" I took a damp cloth and pressed it against his head. I made him hold it while I reached in the cabinet for hydrogen peroxide.
"Them damn Socs man. I got them though, they didn't stand a chance." He laughed and then was stone cold, his eyes erupting with anger. He slams his fist into the counter, causing me to jump a little.
I poured hydrogen peroxide on a new cloth and dabbed it all over his wounds. The liquid turned into bubbles really quick which tells me that they were full of bacteria. He didn't flinch though, usually it hurts when you pour hydrogen peroxide on an open and infected wound. I dug out a few bandaids from my drawer and placed them on the counter.
I left him in my bathroom for a moment so that I could go down to the laundry room. I grabbed a fresh towel from the dryer and my dads t-shirt and sweatpants. I head back up and placed the clothes on the counter.
"Take a shower, you can be in there for as long as you want at whatever temperature, when you are done out these bandaids on." I pointed to the bandaids. "I have a towel and clean clothes set out for when you need them. When you are done just head to the room right across from mine and you can sleep there." I lean up against the doorframe and smile at him.
"Thanks Logan." He turns on the shower and I walk out, shutting the door behind me.
I crawled back into bed, I still had school so I tried to go back to sleep. Thankfully I did, even if it was just for another hour and a half.
