In her eyes.

Panick room.

      I walk home the long way to try and gain myself some more time away from home, but I couldn't find any bandage wraps that were cheap enough so I couldn't get anything for my wounds.

I hear some footsteps and turn to my right to see Kye walking down the steps of his house. He looks relaxed. That was until he saw me.

"Oh, hi Willow", he greeted with a smile. His porch light was on, so I could see the grey sweatpants and the tight, white shirt he's wearing.  He looked at my face and then down at my hip. I was just glad I wasn't in the light, which meant he couldn't see me well.

"I think you've got something on your pants", he says concerned, "could you come over here so I could see better?" He asks. I look down to see the gash bleeding out and I realized it could get really bad if I didn't treat it.

It took a lot of debating on weather or not I should trust him with my secret, but I decided to try to work my way out once I let him help me because all I knew now is that I needed some help and I feel like he can help, but I might just need to tell him the truth or else I'll just be using him and I couldn't do that to someone so kind.

"Um... Willow?" He says looking at me again. I hesitate, but eventually I walk into the light as he stands there, shocked at the sight of the red blood staining my yellow sweater. "Willow, come here" he says calmly.

I slowly walk towards him and he opens his arm and pulls me into a light, careful embrace. I suddenly felt a feeling of warmth in my body as I realized he was being very careful not to hurt me any further.
"Come inside", he says as he let's go of me and lightly grabs my hand. I walk in following behind him, we walk up the stairs near the door and before I start walking up I see a large living space to the left of me.

Once we reach the top step I wonder where he's taking me. "Be very quite" he whispers, "my siblings are sleeping". He says as we walk into a large grey painted room. In the center there's a bed with dark grey sheets and there's a desk right next to the bed with tons of paper pulled up on it. "This is my room" he says breaking my curiosity. "You can go take a shower in the bathroom, just try to be quick so that no one wakes up", he says as I feel guilt at the thought of me disturbing everyone. "It's okay Kye, I'll just go home. I can take care of this on my own". He walks over to me and takes my hand. "Willow. It's okay, I want to help you okay. Here's some clothes for you to wear after you get out".

He hands me a black shirt and what I'm guessing is a brand new pair of boxers. I smile at him and at the thought that someone want to help me.

After I get out of the shower and put the boxers and shirt on, leaving my bra on, I walk out of the bathroom and I see Kye sitting on the bed with a a first aide kit. He pats on the area of the bed next to him and I sit down. "Lay down" he says.

"W-what?" I say even though I know his intentions aren't bad.

"S-sorry, that sounded weird but I just need to clean out your cut" he says shyly.
I lie back and he takes the hem of my shirt and looks at me before lifting it, I just nod and he lifts my shirt then takes out the right stuff to clean my wound.

"Who did this?"he asks calmly, and I start panicking not wanting to tell him. He looks at me and sighs.

"C'mon, I've barely known you for a day and I feel like I know more than anyone who's known you for years", I stare at the ceiling not getting what he's saying.

"Willow, tell me, I won't tell anyone if you don't want me to, but I am going to try to help". A sudden rush of sadness over comes me and that same feeling of warmth comes back.

And soon enough I realize I'm crying.

Kye looks at me and then he starts panicking.

"Oh no, I'm sorry, did i hurt you. Here I'll stop". He quickly sets the stuff down and gets up.

"Kye." I say through my rush of tears
"Yes", he replies worried.

"Thank you, you've cared for me more than anyone has in my whole life of being a teen", I say breaking down. I then get up from the bed and give him a hug, not caring about the sharp pain everywhere. He hugs me back, and for once in my life I feel safe again, I felt like how I felt when my mom would hold me in her arms...

I felt at home.