I was running into the woods why? because my dad was once again is drunk and he was going to beat me again using the words he always told me like 'fag ' 'your gonna go to hell ' and he chased me so i end up going to the woods and why shirtless you may ask well my dad tends to touch me in inappropriate ways when hes drunk which is basically every day. I kept running in case my dad catches up to me and while i was running i triped over a branch."ouch!". Just great i sprained my ankle. I tried getting up,when i heard a branch snap not far from me i panicked and tried to get up faster scared that it might've been my dad or some murder. I kept trying and trying to get up but it just seems like the more I tried the more it hurt. I heard something come close behind me. I was more scared than I ever been In my entire life. I hesitantly turned my head and saw a man in a mask."p-please don't hurt m-me". I whispered. He didn't answer but aproached me more.
He stretched out his hand and I flinched."I wont hurt you". He said kinda muffled through his gas mask. I took his hand not sure why im trusting him. He helped me up and I winced in pain. He put his head to the side in confusion."My ankle". He then knew that I hurt my ankle. He came closer to me and got me from my waist and put me on his shoulder and he began walking."wh-where? are you t-t-taking me?". I'd be lying if I said I wasn't cold. He didn't respond to me so I let out a sigh and hope for the best.
After awhile he stops for a little and I hear a door opening and he keeps walks more and now I can tell that he took me to a cabin. He closes the door and lays me down on this grayish couch. He walked off leaving me to my thoughts. Why didn't he do anything to me? I mean im glad he hasnt hurt me but . . . I dont know. He came back with an old rag and bottle. He opened the bottle and poured the wet substance into the rag and got down near my feet. He folded the bottom of my pants the left one which is where my sprained ankle is. He put the wet rag their and when I took a look I didn't realize that i got a cut, it didn't look bad so I thought it wouldn't hurt as much but once that wet rag met my cut skin it started to sting. I winced in pain. He then left with the rag and came back with a longer piece of clothing that looked torn and put it around my ankle. He looked at me for a little while and I found myself looking at him. He spoke."are you better?". He asked and with that mask it was still kinda muffled but I still understood him. I nodded."yeah . . .thank you". It was really hard for me to tell how he was looking at me. He left again and came back with a bowl and gave it to me. It was soup."eat". He told me in a not demanding way.
I ate the soup and he left to put it away and came back and sat on the edge of the couch. It was quite for what felt like ages so I decided to start a conversation."who are you?".he looked at me and said."Dmitry".Dmitry that is a really nice name."you?". He asked."mine names Nick". I told him."nick is a cute name". I blushed at that not only is he some stranger I just met but he said my name is cute."how old are you?"."18". He said. Hes not really the age i was expecting him to be."and yours?". He said."oh-im 17". He nodded. I started to shake a little feeling cold. Dmitry noticed and left to another room and came back with this dull looking blanket and a shirt."here". I took the shirt first and put it on and he put the blanket over me. I yawned suddenly feeling tired. I saw that he was just sitting on the floor facing me."aren't you gonna sleep?". He nodded his head."I just wanna make sure your okay". He said and I found it sweet of him to do.
I got a good feeling about Dmitry
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