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Bruise

I woke up this morning slightly happier than I have been every other morning.

I walked downstairs and ate my cereal, then got in the car and drove to school.

I was hoping milo would be here today, since he did say it was just a cold. I don't know if I believe him though, but I don't want to pry Incase it's something to do with family.

I parked in the drive way and walked up to the entrance.

"H-hey benji!" Ben said, fluffing his hair and then approaching my side.

I smiled.
"Hey." His hand brush up against mine, I shrugged it off as a mistake until I saw his bright red face.

We walked through the doors and headed our separate ways for class.

Before we did that, he handed me a note and waved goodbye.

He's one cheerful mother fucker.

I opened the note and started walking to my class.

Have a good day ! <3
I shook my head and smiled.

I sat down in my seat in the class, and noticed Milo with his head down.

It was the first class of today, pretty much everyone was doing that. So I let it slide, and opened my note book to jot down notes.

Then I got a text from Ben.

English is so boring. :p

I laughed quietly, and typed my reply.

I bet it is. Having fun with your ethos , pathos , and logos?

Oh , having so much fun that my brain physically hurts. You?

I smiled.

Just writing down notes, loser

And that was when the bell rang.

-

Milo hasn't really talked to me all day, but I knew I was going to see him for lunch. I just hoped he was alright, and that nothing shitty had happened to him.

I did sit alone at lunch for a bit. I silently prayed that Ben didn't come over here because I didn't want milo to see him and think I was replacing him, when he might already be having a bad day.

I got a text on my phone.

Benjikrol
Hey, so jorge blocked me on everything? I'm kind of freaking out right now and don't know what to do.

Xowiexo
Hi benji. Sorry this took so long we weren't allowed phones for a while. Fuck. I don't know if it's my place to say what happened but I guess it's not like you could ask him yourself. He um..

I'd realized that if noen said they just got their phones back, and I had texted everyone for help, that means I'd probably be getting reply's all day. After reading xowies my heart began to race.

He what? What did he do? Is it bad? Oh fucking Christ if it's bad I think I might die.

Stop. Calm down benji. Calm down.

And then someone sat beside me.

I turned my head to face them. Milo had his head down eating his sandwich.

I figured it was common to have your head down first period, but to have your head down the whole time around me?

"Milo?" I asked. He hummed a response.

"Are you okay?" I asked again. He hummed again.

His hair was covering his eye completely, and it was as if he had his head down and tilted to cover it.

I reached my hand out slowly. His whole body flinched.

Fuck. Did he think I was going to hurt him?

I stoped my hand completely, keeping it suspended in the air until his body visibly relaxed. I reached my hand further and combed his hair out of his eye.

And what lied beneath was the brightest purple bruise I have ever seen in my whole life.

I stared in shock at his face.

"Milo..?" I croaked out.

"Okay mr.detective, you figured out I didn't have a cold." He laughed dryly.

I shook my head.
"Milo, I-"

"No. I looked like a pirate, using my hair as an eyepatch, hmm ladie?" He said, using a pirate accent at the end.

What was he doing?

"Milo, who did this to you? When did this happen?" I asked, still staring at the shiner.

He outwardly sighed.
"The day I was at your house, I got a text from my mom."

I wrecked my brain, trying to remember.

He nodded. His phone dinged and he instantly grabbed it, and didn't even look at his phone.

"I have to go, I'll see you tomorrow." He said standing up and waving to me.

I furrowed my brows, but nodded.
"Okay, see you tomorrow." I agreed.

I nodded.

"Well my mom got mad I was at your house for so long." He said.

It was 6:30 pm. I thought, but dismissed it as I didn't want to interrupt him.

"So she made me come home, and she grounded me from going anywhere. Even school." He said, and shrugged. As if it were normal. As if everyone in the world deals with this.

As if this wasn't the first time it happened to him. I knew in my head that it wasn't but maybe if I prayed and hoped enough it would be. It would be the first and only.

I shook my head.
That's not normal. That's not what parents do.

"Milo. If you ever need anywhere to go to eat, or to sleep, or to even just cry in a place where you feel comfortable, you tell me and I will come get you." I said.

He shook his head, and opened his mouth to talk.

"Milo." I stopped him, and placed a hand slowly on his shoulder.

He looked at me. His blue eyes forming tears in them.

"I promise you that at my house, you are safe. I don't care if you just don't want to go home because it feels like if you step in that hell hole you're going to cry. I don't care that you don't want to go home just because of what happened maybe two nights before. I don't care the reason, just tell me and I will get you. You are not, and never will be a burden. Okay?" I said.

And a tear slipped past the pool in his eyes and tracked down his face. Yet he wore a smile.

"Okay." He said.

"Okay." I said. But I wasn't smiling. Because I was still asking myself the same question.

What did jorge do?