Kyle and I were silent on the drive to the shop. I was embarrassed of what my father did to him. I don’t know how to approach him. I can even see that his face started to darken from dad’s punch.
“I’m sorry about that,” I said. “I didn’t know he was gonna do that.”
“It’s fine. This is just nothing.” Kyle said. “Will your parents be okay? Shouldn’t you at least talk to them?”
“They’ll be fine.” I said. “I will talk to them when Dad has calmed down already.”
“I feel guilty for doing this to you,” He said. “You are fighting with your parents because of me.”
“What?” I said. “No, we are fighting because they are controlling me. It isn’t your fault. None of these is your fault, Kyle. You’re a good man and I just hope that they can see that.”
“Thank you for trusting me.” He said. “Than
