آپ see the huddled body in the corner.

“Johnny?” آپ whisper, before breaking out into a sprint.

A million thoughts raced through your mind as آپ ran into the alley.

“Not again, not again.” آپ think.

He would break for sure this time.

آپ crouched اگلے to the huddled body.

“Johnny?” آپ ask, trying not to let the tears fall as آپ shake him gently.

No response at first, but he slowly turns his head toward you.

آپ gasp at the sight of him.

His was eye black, swollen shut. A giant gash was on his cheek.

“Johnny… ” آپ whisper, bringing a hand to his face.

“Hey…” He mutters.

“We gotta get آپ out of here.”
آپ mumble.

“Nah… I ain’t going home. Only makes things worse.”

“No… You’re coming back To my house.” آپ say, trying to remain calm.

“It’ll be easier to leave me here… The boys’ll come get me eventually.” He sputters.

“Johnny… آپ need help.”

He looks آپ dead in the eye. “So do you.”

آپ stop addressing his wounds, and look at him. “What?”

“You need مزید help than I do.” He states.

“That’s not true and آپ know it.” آپ mumble, reaching your hand back up to the gash on his forehead.

He grabs your wrist, and آپ wince.

“I told آپ آپ need مزید help.” He says sadly, unwrapping his fingers to دکھائیں your scars.

“Johnny that doesn’t matter.” آپ dismiss it, wiping up the blood from his cheek with a corner of his شرٹ, قمیض آپ had ripped of previously.

“It does. I’d get jumped a thousand times to know آپ weren’t being hurt… یا hurting yourself.” He says quietly.

آپ don’t answer, just let the silent tears fall as آپ keep cleaning off blood.

“You can help me, if آپ let me help you.” He says quietly.

All آپ can do is nod.