'What is that?' I slapped my hand across my mouth. I knew that this was something difficult for him, I didn't want to upset him. 'My adopted parents wrote on my back when they were bored.' My heart halted at his confession, I wanted to cry for him, that, that was not ok. It was difficult to make out what they had carved into his back, due to the tattoo covering it and the so many scars put together. He turned around and put his shirt back on. His eyes filled with anger and pain as he stared down at me.
'I'm so sorry.' I whispered, not sure if I could get my voice out if I tried. 'Don..' before he could finish off his word, I wrapped my arms around his waist, my head resting on his chest. I didn't care who he was or what he'd done, at this very moment, he was a young boy who had been abuse
