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I hang onto Romans waist as we rush over to his house on his motorcycle. Once we get to his neighborhood Roman shoves his helmet off and runs to his door. I take off my helmet and follow him, feeling my courage shrink as my anxiety grow. Maybe I should call my mom or dad or something. I just watch as Roman puts the keys in the door and opens it up, looking around and running into the house. I still follow him, almost tripping on some empty bottles laying all over the ground. I always expected Roman to live somewhere big, glamorous, or some place that he seemed like he belonged at, but this place is dark, creepy, and is something out of a nightmare. Roman runs down the dark hallway, past all of the photos with broken frames and cracks in the wall, he runs past a room that I think is his, he runs past a empty room, and then he runs to the bathroom. I follow him like a dog, trying to soak everything in and at the same time trying to not let this place get to me.

I hear a gasp come from the friend in front of me, and I see him run over to the bathtub. There I see his father laying there, still with clothes, well more like a tank top with underwear, and laying in a tub of water, a bottle of alcohol floating around the tub. "No no no no, please" Roman screams as he pulls his dads head up. Roman starts pulling him out of the tub, and places him on his side on the ground. "Please, Please God, not him to, please, no no, please" Roman whimpers as he starts pushing down at his dad's chest. "Call someone! Do something! Help me!" Roman yells, tears spilling out of his eyes, his body shaking and his voice wavering. I just stand there, I can't feel my arms, I can't move. I just stare. I feel my heartbeat skyrocket and feel cold tears coming out from my eyes. "Please..." Roman says looking down at his dad. I suddenly realize what's going on, and I pull out my phone calling 911. I tell them what's happening and where we are, and then I wait.

I feel my heart break into pieces that only get smaller with every sob that comes from Roman. There's silence between us, as if, if we breath something might shatter this. And then, we hear a cough coming from the man laying on the ground in front of us. I still stand there, and I watch. I watch as Roman leans over his dad. "Y-Your going to be OK! Help is on the way, just hang in there!" Roman yells. His dad starts to sit up and looks at Roman.

Then there was a slap

I watch as I see blood coming from Romans face. His dad took a bottle next to him and used it to hit Roman's face. Roman covers his face, and whimpers.

His dad raises his fist again, and this time, I move. I stop his dad's hand. "You sick monster! Don't you dare touch him ever again! The cops are on their way along with an ambulouse, you are going to go to jail for a long time you sick son of a -----!" I yell as I keep my grip on his dad's arm. I look into his eyes, I don't know how a sick creature like that could ever make someone as special as Roman. I grab Roman's shoulder and run out of the bathroom, down the hall, out of the house, I have his hand in mine. As I reach the front door I hear sirens, I smile and open up the door, pulling Roman out with me. A woman rushes over to us, and I tell her what happened, and who's waiting for them inside. A doctor comes over to us, and asks Roman to put his hand down. Roman slowly moves his hand to his side, and I can't help but gasp. There's so much blood on his face. Will he ever heal? The doctor uses Roman to the vehicle and starts working on him. I still am holding Romans hand , and sit there next to him. I can feel Roman's hand shaking almost as much as I am. I take a breath, "A d-dream is a wish your heart makes, when your fast asleep, a dream..." I sing softly, closing my eyes. The dream that my heart makes is to just forget this whole day. I hear a sob, opening up my eyes i see Roman crying, the doctor sighs and then looks at me. "Are you his partner?" The doctor asks. I nod, "Ok then, he's going to heal in some weeks, but he will most likely have a scar on his check from this, and he'll most likely need to go get some help from all of this" The doctor says and then starts to walk to the door.

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