Alone

Perfect

Summers POV.

   I carefully help Tyler lay down, then hurry to the bathroom to get a wet washcloth. I make sure it's warm, then also grab some first aid stuff from under my sink. I hurry over to him and set the stuff down on the nightstand, using the washcloth to wipe off any blood on his face. He winces a few times, especially because of all the new cuts.

   I stare into his eyes for a second. Beautiful eyes. I hate to see them filled with so much pain. I wipe the washcloth across the sharpie still on his forehead. It doesn't come off, not even a little. I scrub at it a little harder. He doesn't deserved to be labeled as anything, much less a fag. The word starts to anger me, just the thought of Lukas writing it on his head. I was so lost in how mad I was that I didn't realise how hard I was scrubbing his forehead. He winces and gasps a little. I quickly stop, staring at his now red forehead, and still no luck with the word coming off.

   He brings his hand up to his forehead and rubs it. "Sorry," I say.

   "It's okay. I didn't mean to make you mad..." he replies, adjusting himself on the bed so I have a little more room to sit.

   "No, you didn't make me mad. I'm not mad," I say as I take out some medicine.

   "You looked pretty mad to me.."

   "well I'm not."

   "Are you sure?"

   "Yes! Oh my god Tyler!" I say, raising my voice. He flinches slightly, then just stares at me. I sigh.

   "I'm sorry. Yeah I was mad, but not at you."

   "Who are you mad at?"

   "Lukas and his idiotic friends. Now hush."

   I push some medicine on a cut on the side of his eyebrow, and one on his cheek. I put some on his cut lip, and as I do, I feel heat rise to my face. He has such beautiful, perfect lips. The moment feels so intense as I gently put it on, staring into his eyes. Suddenly I feel like we are too close, and I quickly pull away and sit up a bit more.

   I clear my throat. "Alright," I say, feeling a little flustered, and I can tell he does too as he fidgets around a little. "I need to see your ribs...make sure nothing else is broken." I say.

  I help him pull off his sweatshirt. Then his shirt. I Begin to feel extremely hot again once I see his abs. Tyler, why do you do this to me?

   But suddenly I feel myself go pale, chills running down my spine. "Y-you....oh my god..." is all I could manage to say. He looks away, not able to keep eye contact.

   "I know..." he says. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. "Oh my god, " I mutter over and over again. I burry my face in my hands, feeling overwhelmed.

   "It's okay, I'm okay." he says.

   "Tyler have you even seen yourself? You are not okay! That's....how could they do that to you? Why would you let them?!? I can't believe you didn't tell me! You didn't tell anyone!"

   He looks away from me. "I'm sorry," he whispers. I shake my head. I shouldn't be yelling at him. I'm not mad at him, I'm mad at Lukas and his stupid, stupid friends.

   He has huge bruises all over his chest, stomach, and back. He has cuts that are far too deep for my liking. And what scares me the most are the scars. This has been happening for a while. Right in the middle of his stomach, which I'm guessing they punched him repeatedly, was a reddish bruise. I touched it ever so slightly, and Tyler flinched hard. Oh god...

   I put medicine on it, and start cleaning out his cuts. He winces and groans all the while. His rib area is where he has the worst bruise. It's blue and purple and the closest shade of black I have ever seen a bruise become. I end up wrapping him in bandages, tight, around the rib area. It was the hardest part, and obviously extremely painful for Tyler.

Eventually we finish, and by that time he is out of breath from the pain. He lays down, a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. I stare as his beautiful features begin to relax. I get up and go downstairs. I make some soup for him, but the entire time I'm making it, all I can think of was my hands running across his skin as I cleaned his cuts and wrapped him up. He is so perfect. I can't deny my feelings anymore...

I bring the soup upstairs to him with some water. He's long gone though, his chest rising and falling in a steady pattern as he sleeps. I close the door and set his food down. His shirt still wasn't on and I admired how he looked. I ran my hand lightly across his abs. How could anyone hurt such a beautiful and kind boy? Why him?

I turn off the lights and cuddle up next to him. I place my arm around his torso lightly, and take in his wonderful smell. I fall asleep peacefully, not waking up once or even having a bad dream. I had a wonderful dream in fact. It was just me, Tyler and Candy all at a beach on a summer day. It was beautiful and perfect, and nobody could hurt us or take us away.

We were free.