Abused and used// Daniel Seavey ; COMPLETED

four

"Why? Why me?" I question him.
"You needed help. I gave it to you." He replies.
"You don't even know me. I don't even know you." I say.
"That doesn't matter. As long as you're safe." He replies.

We don't even know each other. Why would someone help me? Do they actually care about me?
I was snapped out of my thoughts when four other boys walked in.

One had a bloody nose. He looked like the one who was beating my father up. I hid my face in my knees as I was also hugging my knees.

I felt a presence sit next to me. A hand crossed my back. I slowly raised my head and looked at him. It was the one who beat my father up. I put my head back down.

"It's gonna be okay." I heard the boy say.

I didn't speak. I wanted to be alone, forever.