rendezvous

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tears streamed down my cheeks, a limp in my sore run. raindrops stung on my bleeding lips and swollen eyes. everything stung.
it was dark. i stumbles over a few cracks in the sidewalks. my eyes started going fuzzy as i approached the gate to eric's house. i rang the bell, grasping onto one of the poles to keep myself up.
the rain smacked down on me, harsher and harsher. like the hands of the man who's nails had dug into my flesh, and who's goats had pierced my face, less than fifteen minutes before.
the door opened and eric's tall figure peaked out, seeing me there and ran to get me. i couldn't move another inch.
he immediately brought me into his arms, holding me tightly. at first, i jumped at his touch, i didn't know what he was going to do. then, i melted into his arms, hiding my tear stained cheeks in his neck.
i closed my eyes as he lifted me up, cradling me and carrying me inside. he took me to the master bathroom, connected to his room. i kept my eyes shut until he set me down on the bathroom counter. i looked down to my knees, he saw the blood running down them through the rips on my jeans.
"you're gonna have to take everything off." he said to me.
he was used to tending to my wounds. he was a doctor before moving to rendezvous (our town) so he knew what to do in these situations. i was the only person who wasn't afraid to bother him, though. everyone took him as some sort of monster. he hadn't done anything.
people just made up elaborate theories about him. but i never assumed anything about him because he had just as much, if not more, reason to judge me. he didn't, though.
two opposites from everyone else, that's all.
"o-okay.." i stuttered. i unbuckled my belt, sliding off my tight skinny jeans, trying not to rub them the wrong way on my wounds.
i set my shaky hands in my lap, both of his on either side of me, rested on the counter. he opened up a drawer in the counter, pulling out a pair of tweezers from a first aid kit he had, kneeling down to look at my leg.
i flinched at his first touch. my eyes went black, images and flashbacks to the broken beer bottles being slung at me crowding my mind. my eyes shot back open from the pain and i grabbed eric's shoulder.
"e-eric.." i whined under my breath, tears running down from my eyes.
"hmm?" he looked up to me.
"please...don't l-let him take me back..." i said, my voice cracking.
he stood back up, wrapping his arms around me.
"bien sûr que non, amour." of course not, love, he assured. i draped my arms over his shoulders. "...let me finish, then you can get some rest..." he added.
he went back to my gash, picking out bits and shards of glass. all i could hear was the drunken screaming of my father, in my head.
"why are you so nice to me?..." i questioned, my hand grasped on his shoulder once again.
"because, you've never done anything to deserve how you're treated...maybe i can understand what that feels like..." he set his left hand, which he wasn't using, on my other knee. it was comforting. i slid mine down to meet his, gently laying it on top.
"you shouldn't be so hard on yourself—" he added.