I sit on the chair and start to worry about Dave, even though I know every thing will be fine, Jake said he can see through John like I can see through Dave. I guess Jake feels like a bro to John. I stand up and walk up stairs to Dave's room I look around. I find something I wish I would never find in Dave's room. I grab the rusty razor and go to the bathroom and drop it in the toilet and flush it down. "Shit Dave. Why wouldn't you just talk to me!" I go to my room and pick me phone of and call Jake.
"Hey bro can you come back over? I need to talk to someone about Dave!"
"Yeah, just give me 5 minutes and I'll be right there."
"Thanks bro."
"No problem."
I sit on the couch and wait, about 3 minutes later Jake pulls up and I run straight to the door and open it and hug him. We sit on the couch and I look at him and say,
"Dave has been cutting himself and it worries me, am I not someone who you can talk to? Why won't he just talk to me?"
"Look mate it's not your fault he's just scared that you would hate him or something like that."
"You seem to know a lot about this, why's that?"
"Well you see Dirk I've use to leave the Devils marks on my arm to, but they are long gone and barely seen." He says lifting up his sleeves to show scars that are barely there.
"I didn't know." I say on the edge of crying. Jake hugs me and gives me a kiss, and ends up making out, then ends up have deep and loving sex.
