Kayden
"How do you feel now?" I asked Rhys as we sat down at one of the chairs at the back of the building.
I had led him there like it was my own house after seeing how broken he was.
Once we were seated, I placed my hand on his and stared at his face. He wiped his hands on his face, and when he brought them down, they were red. Even with the dim light, I could see the redness and also the cut his father had left him.
"He hit you so bad you cut your lips?" I placed a finger on his lips and he winced in pain. "How are you feeling?"
"A bit better," Rhys muttered. "Thanks to you," he sniffled and rubbed his face again. "That was the first time in years since I have cried in front of someone. I feel really…" he paused, lowering his head.
I placed a hand on his chin and raised his head to face me. "Come on Rhys, it's me. Even if we don't truly mean anything to each other, I can still be considered your friend."
