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Issac ran out that house,hearing ha father scream his name. But,it didn't stop him. He hoped on his bike and peeled away. All the way to your house.
You punched closer thing near you,which was your wall. Issac looked down,still hanging out the window. You opened the window "Issac? What are you doing here?"
"I,Umm,your right. I'm sorry. I should go."
You grabbed him before he could leave. "Issac wait."
He turned around facing you,you saw the blood on his face. "Oh god,he did this again."
You sat Issac down as he remained still,almost emotionless. You came back about to put the wet napkin imbues face,when he stopped you. "No,(y:n),I'm fine."
You continued to wipe the blood away "Like hell you are. I swear I'm going to kill that bastard."
"He's already dead."
Issac didn't looked up. He kept staring at the ground. You didn't care that he was dead. You were actually glad. But,you did feel bad for Issac. Because,even though he was terrible,that meant Issac either had no place to go or he would go into foster care. "You can stay here."
