Chapter Two
It was three in the morning when Dirk returned at home. Jake was actually starting to get extremely worried. Where was Dirk? The question kept running through his head. Tiredness was starting to overcome the worried boy. Although it was only ten minutes after three when Jake decided to go to bed. He couldn’t sleep though. Dirk just wouldn’t leave his mind. About twenty minutes later, Dirk quietly opened the door, he tried to just quietly close it but failed at the attempt. The sound of a slamming front door echoed in the apartment. He walked as fast as he could trying to get to the bathroom, but this time was really slow. Jake had heard, and because of the echoing noise, he got startled to where he fell off the bed.
“Dirk?” Jake said quietly, slowly getting up from the floor, looking out the hall. He walked slowly down the hall, and pass the bathroom. Dirk froze, when Jake was seen walking groggily towards him.
“Hey Jake,” Dirk held his breath. Fortunately for Dirk, Jake didn’t have his glasses on. In result, Jake couldn’t see too well, “What are you doing up?” He asked, freaking out a bit at the fact that Jake was literally right in front of him.
“I was worried about you...” Jake squinted his eyes trying to get a good look at still trying to make out what he was seeing. “Dirk, are you alright?” Dirk kept quiet. How was he even supposed to reply?
“Yeah, I’m fine! I just... I just have to use the restroom!” Dirk hurried past Jake, and went to the bathroom then slammed the door. Jake jumped when her heard the door slam, and ran to the bedroom to retrieve his glasses. Then heading back to the bathroom and knocked on the locked door
“Dirk? Are you sure you’re alright?” Jake’s voice was still filled with tiredness. There was some wincing on the other side of the door by the other. Jake was getting more and more confused by the minute. And of course Dirk was horrible a horrible job at hiding his pain.
Dirk just kept quiet, his fingers running over the already now swollen, and dark purple bruises.
“Dirk. Let me in.” Jake’s voice was now sternly, and tried to open the door even when he knew it was locked.
“No,” Dirk simply said. He was defiantly not going to let Jake see him like this.
“Please, Dirk… At least tell me why you won’t let me.”
“You’ll… You’ll be disappointed in me..,” Dirk said quietly.
“W-what? What happened?!” Jake was starting to get extremely worried.
“I…I broke our promise…” His voice trailed off. He was so disappointed I himself.
Jake’s eyes widened the slightest, “Dirk… W-what promise?” He gulped.

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أدب الهواة((Used to be called Never Giving Up)) This is another roleplay I've been having. Dirk had made a promise. A promise in which he promised he would never get into another fight. Well, lets just say he broke it. And he got majorly hurt while doing so...