Simply A Letter

*Saturday~Sunday*

•4:38 am, Saturday, October 8th•
  I wake up frightened from a sound that sounded a bit like knocking. I look out my window and Sean's there . He made me jump from surprise, not expecting him to be there, at my window at 4:40 in the morning. I slowly open the window and slap him on the cheek for waking me up and scaring me. "Ow!" he whispered, trying to keep quiet so we don't get caught, and rubbed his cheek. I whispered sorry and hugged him tightly. He and I both blushed at the fact that we are so close.
   I figure it's important for him to be at my window at 4:45 am, so I let him in. He climbs in slowly trying to make as little noise as possible but fails miserably and kinda falls into me. Me being me and small but strong enough to catch him and hold him till he catches his breath.
Finally, he calms down and I stand him up straight. He cringed when I hold his sides to help him up. 'He's so cute' I think but I put that thought away and asked if he was hurt. He brushed the question away with a quick " I'm good" which I have said way too many times to think that's true. I don't want to force him to tell me so I push it to the side.
I say "What are you doing at my window at 5 o'clock in the morning?" in more of a shy voice than I usually do. His expression changed from blushing and smiling to a little upset.
"I just need somewhere to stay a-a-and you are the only one I trust and can go to." He said in a quiet voice you wouldn't think you would here from a person like him.
"What are you running from?" I say in a sensitive voice. I see tears starting to form in his eyes and I immediately grabbed him and pulled him close for a hug, avoiding where I touched earlier on his right side that seemed to hurt him. He starts to cry on my shoulder and I don't mind if he does. God only knows how many times I needed a shoulder to cry on and I had no one. So I have to be here for him.
We sit on my fluffy carpet for a bit while he cries on my shoulder letting his emotions out, it seems like he's been holding it all in. Bottled up. Deep in his heart where no one can find it. I rub his back while he continues to cry.
When I'm rubbing my hand up and down his back I feel bumps that feel like bruises. I pull away from the hug as he has calmed down a bit. I asked him to lift up his shirt in a very worried and quiet voice.
He lifts his shirt and I see so many bruises and burns. I start to cry, seeing that he has been hurt over and over again. It hurts me not knowing how much pain he is in and how he got it. I ask him if he would like to lay in my bed without his shirt so I can help his wounds.
He lays down in all the fluffy pillows and blankets and tells me that he's comfortable. I say that I'll be back in a minute.
I tiptoe down the hallway because my mother is down stairs getting ready to catch her flight to New York . She's actually home from traveling for business, but she has to leave at 6 which is good so that I can take care of Sean and he can stay here.
I sneak to the bathroom so I can get him bandages and clean his wounds. I, once again, tiptoe down the hall to get back to Sean. I peak through the door and I see him sitting in front of my mirror without his shirt on, crying from looking at his bruises. I slowly walk in and gently hug him from behind. I comfort him as he lets his bottled emotions go.
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A/N
  I'm sorry my chapters are so short. I've had writers block and it's been hard to concentrate. :/
  Word count: 733
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-Amber