He always stayed with me on the weekends, my family was so disconnected no one cared to notice . I brought him home and we went into my room and sat on the bed. "Lay down" I ordered. He did slowly. I scrunched his shirt up. He was right it was just a bruise bad but not dangerous.
"It's not bad right?"
"No it's not." I looked at his hand in the sling. "What are they gonna do when they see that?"
"Laugh, throw a couple punches, hurl some plates at me, vomit on me, blackout."
"Quinn, I have a question for you. Isn't it hard to be hurt all the time?"
"I forget how it is to feel any other way."
"You must miss your mom huh?"
"Everyday, you remind me a lot of her, in a good way of course, she was smart and stubborn and kind like you." I snuggled next to him.
"I worry about you all the time Quinn."
"I know you do. It's always hard for me to know that I'm such a burden on you. But I really don't know what I'd do without you."
"Do you want to talk about it, having your family do this to you, isn't it hard to see that?"
"I don't really need to talk about it, I try to ignore it, try to accept it, it never works of course but tears and self pity don't either."
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Teen FictionIn the eyes of most, Quinn is a relatively average high schooler. But Casey doesn't see him that way; she notices the things about him everyone is so keen to ignore. The black eyes and bruised knuckles that he can only try to hide. About the Title:...
