Sister's Boyfriend (BxBxB)

Chapter 12 Brave

° DYLAN °

It's been a while since Owen had left for the bathroom. He didn't look unwell so I didn't know what he was doing. I finished my book which was our task for today, nothing too special, I had added a few things onto Owen's work which he was doing. He wasn't doing his sketchbook but I think that's because he left it at his house.

Thinking about his house made me feel guilty. The way his mother looked at him when Logan outed him wasn't the best. Then his sister Olivia, not reacting the correct way and posting that video. I was surprised that he moved, and bolted from the table, I just knew I had to go after him.

"Can I go to the bathroom?" I snapped my head to see Ben, his arm raised in the air.

"Be quick." The lecture told him which he only replied with a nod.

For some reason, Logan had followed him out of the room too, strange. I hoped that Owen gets here soon I don't want him running into Logan. I began to drum my fingers along the desk. I was tense, I was thinking about Owen and Logan, I didn't want him to see Logan again, who knows what he'll say.

Please hurry up Owen.

Time had gone since the pair of morons left to go to the bathroom. Owen still hadn't come back and I was slightly panicking, not going to lie. The clicking sound from the door made my head snap up, I have hoped it was Owen. Nope. Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum, came wandering back into the room. Ben had this horrible sly smirk on his face whilst Logan was looking down at the floor, he was rubbing his knuckles, did he...

"Can I go to the bathroom!?" I yell out. With a roll of her eyes, she nodded. I didn't hesitate to dart from my seat and into the hall.

As I walked down all different sorts of thoughts ran through my head.

What did Logan do?

Why was rubbing his knuckles?

Did he and Owen meet?

Did he do something to Owen?

Did he hurt Owen?

The thoughts continued until I reached the bathroom doors. Taking a large deep breath I pushed open the blue wooden door. I was praying for nothing bad, who'd want that? As the door creaked open my eyes widen from what I found inside.

With his back pressed up against one of the stalls, his head hid in between his knees, his knees high and covering his face. I ran over and kneeled on the floor next to him. As I kneeled I could hear the light little sobs coming from him, a sound which broke my heart.

"Owen..." I put my hand on his shoulder. He doesn't respond just sob.
"Owen..." I ran my hand through his messy hair, it's soft and fluffy.
"Look at me." He shook his head.
"Look at me." I softly pulled down his knees which made him lift his head.

As his head came up the long thick dark brown hair covered his face. Some strands were stuck onto his tears, tears which didn't seem to stop. Clearing away the hair I could see his face, his face completely broken, his eyes puffy from crying, his cheek bruised, red, and split open, and he clutched tight to his stomach.

"The hell!" I yelled accidentally, that little shit beat him. That why he was rubbing his knuckles.
"Come on were telling student services." Soon as my words left my mouth he shook his head and gripped tightly onto my top.

"No, please no." He sobbed out. I didn't know why he wanted to keep this a secret, dick face fucking hit him.

"Owen, I can't, this isn't ok." His grip grew tighter, his fingers nipped at my skin.