Hospital
Boy: So I'll just finish typing the essay and we'll be done!
Girl: Great!
Boy: Scoot over.
Girl: Why? I'm a bit tired.
Boy: Fine, Please.
Girl: There. Oh my god! What is that on your neck? What happened?
Boy: I-
Girl: Don't feed me lies. And don't you dare adjust your scarf. I know a hand mark when I see one, especially a bruised one.
Boy: ...
Girl: You can tell me. I won't judge you.
Boy: My father.
Girl: Huh?
Boy: He did it. He always chokes me. That's the reason I wear the scarves. He tries to kill me before he gets distracted or needs more beer.
Girl: ...
Boy: You wanted to know so don't stare at me bug eyed.
Girl: Is that-
Boy: The only thing he does to me? No.
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Hidden Secrets
Short StoryShe always wears gloves. He always wears scarves. What could possibly be hidden under that piece of cloth?