Jaime was worried. He hadn't seen Vic at school. Now I know what you're thinking, just one day? That's nothing. But this is different. Jaime had noticed a change in Vic's behaviour. Vic had been smiling less, skipping PE, wearing hoodies or long sleeve shirts all the time, and almost everyday he would have a new bruise. Jaime sighed and ran a hand through the bleached patch of his hair as he let himself into Vic's house. Vic's parents weren't due home from their second honeymoon and Vic's little brother Mike was hanging out with Tony. Jaime heard sobbing coming from the upstairs bathroom. He began walking quickly, taking the stairs two at a time towards the huge bathroom. He burst through the door, to find a shirtless Vic sitting in the hot tub sized bathtub. Why the Fuentes' had a bathtub that big? Jaime never even stopped to think about it. Vic had his head down, his hair in front of his face, his stomach, arms, and even a few on his ribs were covered in little red lines. Cuts. Jaime rummaged through drawers in search of first aid supplies, then climbed into the tub with Vic. "Vic?" He said gently. Vic raised his head, tears streamed down his face. "Why can't I die, Jaime?" He whispered.
"Because I don't want you to." Jaime replied before cleaning and bandaging all the wounds. Then he searched everywhere he could think of for blades and flushed them all down the toilet. After that Jaime picked the smaller boy in his arms and set him down on Vic's bed. "Why would you save me like that?" Vic murmured.
"Because you deserve it." Jaime replied, gently clasping Vic's hands. Vic looked at Jaime for a few moments kissing him. This is what Jaime had been waiting for all the years he had know Vic. Jaime kissed back and cupped Vic's face in his hands. When Vic pulled away he said "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that." Jaime could only nod. He gently wrapped his arms around Vic and softly sang him to sleep.
