Isaac Robinson (Currently Being Edited)

Chapter 13

I rubbed his back as he rested his face on my shoulder, his cries soon stopped and he went quiet a few minutes later. He pulled back, wiped his eyes bloodshot red.

"Go ahead.." Isaac when he pulled away.

"Go ahead and what?" I asked, not understanding what he was talking about.

"Go ahead and laugh."

I softened. "Why would I do that?"

"Well for starters, I was crying like a pus-"

I shushed him with a finger before he could finish his sentence.

"Crying...doesn't make you any less of a man, Isaac. It's okay to cry."

I thought about his awful dad, it wouldn't be surprising to me if he was the main one who filled Isaac's mind with that kind of bs.

"Easy for you to say when you're a girl." He mumbled quietly, barely making eye contact with me.

I could tell he didn't want me seeing him in his current state.

"I understand how you're feeling though." I lightly placed a hand on his shoulder.  "You can't- you can't keep staying with him."

"Do you not think I've already had that thought before?" He asked, looking at me.

"I have my reasons for living with him."

"Can't you call the police or something?! This isn't okay!"

I for sure know domestic violence, especially against a minor was illegal, plus god knows what else that bastard could've done if I didn't follow Isaac home and knock him out.

I pray that he never ever ever did anything similar to what he tried doing to Isaac before today.

"Don't you have another family member or someone else to go to?"

"We moved away, so I have no idea where the hell they are... Nor do I remember any of them. Anyway.. what's the point of reporting him? He'll come back, and even if he does I don't want to put up with being in foster homes."

I had more questions, but seeing how broken Isaac currently was, I knew now was not the best time to be asking them.

"Isaac.. come with me." I blurted out.

There was a moment of silence.

He gave me a look as if telling me I was crazy.

"What?!" He finally spoke up.

"I can't do that.. I won't. The least thing I want is getting you involved in MY problems."

"The least thing I want is seeing you one day getting seriously hurt!" I countered back.

He stood quiet, unsure of what to argue back.

I grabbed his arm.

"Please.." I begged.

He didn't say anything, and even if he was going to, loud footsteps were making their way upstairs.

"Let's go!" I quickly got up, grabbing Isaac's hand. I ran towards his window, that was open.

I let him jump out of it first, like a cat he landed on his feet. I sat in the window, hesitantly looking down at him who was there waiting.

I was kind of scared since it was a little high but when I heard banging on the door I jumped out of the window like my life depended on it.

I shut my eyelids closed, expecting to have broken a leg or something by the time I landed on the ground.

My eyes widened when I opened them and realized Isaac caught me before I could land.