The broken boy

In the hospital

The next day went by quietly. Zander was happy the boy had woken up but he didn't know what to say and he wasn't really good at initiating conversation. Kyle wasn't in the mood of talking either.

Nikey being the amazing person she was had brought Kyle lots of different types of get-well baskets full of candy, flowers, balloons, and different types of snacks. Kyles once empty hospital room was FULL of these baskets on the floor, on the tables, and even some in the hallways outside lined up against the walls.

She also brought changes of cloth for both Kyle and Zander, knowing Zander wouldn't leave the boy alone.

Kyle didn't do much, he mostly just sat on his bed looking outside.

Kyle POV

Dave will come looking for me soon. Ill probably be locked up in the basement until I die once he finds me. I really can't take anymore... I felt tears swell up but decided to take a deep breath and hold It in.

I looked over to my left and see a sleeping Zander. I felt a slight smile creep up while looking at his position. He was in a V shape on the sofa, legs spread out on the coffee table and arms crossed on his chest with his head laying sideways on the cushion. He was... breathtaking. He was lean and muscular. His chiseled jawline made him look like a sculpture. His slightly turned up narrow nose, his long lashes, his plum lips. He was so handsome.... Looking at him, especially when we talk, gives me butterflies every time.

Breaking away from looking at him, I pushed myself off the bed and grabbed the clothes and hygiene products on the coffee table. I made my way to the bathroom. It has been a long time since I showered. I took the toothbrush and started to brush my teeth. When I looked up, I .... I instantly looked away. Tears flowing down. I couldn't look at the person in the mirror. I hardly recognize myself. My blackeyes, the bags underneath, the bones sticking out my hallowed cheeks, my chapped lips and the scabs from the metal thing that forced my mouth open. My bruised cheeks, the gash on my forehead. The burns on my neck, the scars from the shock collar, the cuts. Looking away, I felt disgusting. I look disgusting. I am disgusting.

Turning on the shower, I let the hot steam fill the room. When I got in, I started to scrub myself with the sponge. Look at you! Your filthy. Your weak. Pathetic!! Dirty. Cheap and dirty whroe! All the words Dave and his Visitors rang loud in Kyle's head. Harder, I scrubbed as hard as I can, making my scars bleed, my skin red. I watched as my scars reopened and the blood drip down. I felt... calm. I don't know why but I liked watching the blood drain. I think I must have been inside for too long or lost too much blood because. I started to feel lightheaded. I fell down pulling the curtains with me. I must have made a loud sound because Zander knocked on the door. I didn't respond, I felt dizzy and couldn't find any strength to talk. I laid on the ground letting the water wash my body.

The door opened; I saw Zander look at me. I must have looked pathetic.... I didn't want to look at him. I just looked the other direction as the water hit my body. Before I looked away, I saw Zander giving me a pained look. I hugged my body.

Zander came, bending down and getting wet in the process. He picked me up and wrapped a towel around my body. I couldn't make myself look at him.

Why... Why is he helping me... A worthless dirty w***e like me. How did he know that I was in that basement.. That female doctor said they knew. He knows.... I felt a pained jab in my heart. More tears. I grabbed on to his shirt but avoided his glaze. I can feel him looking at me. Please stop. I didn't want him to look at me anymore. I wanted to hide under a rock. Hide away my scars.

He placed me on the hospital bed and covered my naked body with a big soft white blanket. I turned away from him, hoping he would leave me. But, he didn't. He sat there next to my bed and started to put antibiotics over my opened wounds. He then rebandaged them and started to rub my back softly outside of the blanket.

Grabbing on to the blanket, I hugged myself with my back turned towards him.