The dread-headed boy sighed and pulled his blankets over Bill's shivering body, the shivering soon stopped and his face that once was full of pain just started to relax.

All thanks to Tom. He was Bill's angel on this night...and Bill would never forget that.

Bill woke up frantically his head spinning in every direction until his eyes landed on the sleeping body just below the bed that he had somehow came to be in. Bill was so confused until the night washed over his thoughts and drowned him in images of his father and then images of Tom...

"T-tom saved me..." Bill bit down on his lip and then suddenly winced once he realised that his head was pounding and his whole body was aching. The dark haired teen decided not wake up his savior just yet and grabbed himself a hopefully clean towel off the floor. Bill's golden brown eyes searched the room. Not for anything in peticular, just for more knowledge of the dreaded teen that was lightly snoring on the floor.

The room wasn't big but still seemed to fit all the things it needed to, in it. The walls were completely covered in posters of half naked girls, some obscure rap artists and CD covers. Bill's eyes weren't amused until they gently fell upon a brassy red guitar, at this time they sparkled. Bill loved music with every inch of his being, without sound it was like Bill himself had no heartbeat.

Tom stirred slightly, bringing Bill back to reality. He tip-toed over the forgotten clothes on the floor, baggy pants, shirts, even underwear. Bill found himself in Tom's bathroom. It wasn't perfectly clean but it would have to do.

He undressed slowly, peeling every article of clothing off in the gentlest manner so he wouldn't injure himself further. The reflection in the mirror was not his own. Bruised and beaten. Broken and hurting. Bill held back tears from the prson he saw in the mirror, so...ugly. Bill's father beat him sure. But he had never hit him in the face, he said it was cause he looked too much like his mother. But this time was different...Bill's left eye was almost swollen shut. His eyes wandered further to his torso, also bruised, maybe a broken rib or two. Then they fell on his thighs. Shiny.

They were shiny from so many scars. Scars not left by his father, but from Bill. He did it at the times when he was so filled with emotion and he couldn't let it out. Little drops of anger or sadness pouring out of the cracks and over a trembling body. Like a medicine no doctor could perscribe. Bill's personal pick me up. He cleared his throat and started to turn the shower handled. They hissed at him in protest, like, they too had been sleeping. Cold water poured from the shower head as Bill leaned up against the shower's misty glassed door. The steam finally began to pour from the shower and out into the bathroom itself. Fogging up the mirror.

Before Bill stepped into the water he wrote "bitte helfen Sie mir" on the fogged glass.

Tom's eyes gently opened to the sound of running water, he sat up and looked first to the bed and then to his bathroom door. "Bill must be up." Tom decided to make breakfast and left a small note on his bed for when Bill got out.

The water, though not harsh, still made Bill wince. He had never been in this much pain. His bones and muscles and organs ached. He touched each bruise or lump, feeling them. Flashbacks of each kick jolted through his mind like needles stabing into his temples. He sighed and leaned his head against the cold tile.

Tom was rumaging through his mother's closet to find something for Bill to wear, his clothes had to be ruined from the night before and since nothing of his could ever fit Bill, he found himself in his mother's room. Soon a pair of old faded and ripped jeans and a tight black v-neck lay on his bed along with the note that he left earlier stating that we would be downstairs making break-

"BREAKFAST!" Tom ran downstairs to the kitchen filled with smoke. He opened up the oven quickly and saw that the cinnamon rolls he had placed in earlier were now just pieces of charcoal. Stupidly he grabbed the pan trying to get it out and yelled as he realized his hands burning.

"SCHEISSE!"

Bill was towel drying his hair as he heard the noises and the screams from downstairs. He giggled to himself but the smiled faded once he saw the clothes and the note. Why was this boy being so nice? Bill never needed pity or someones chariety.

The now injured boy downstairs was sitting in the kitchen pouting when Bill walked in wearing his mothers clothes that sadly looked better on him than they ever could on a woman. Tom started noticing th small things about Bill now that he stood in front of him; the black eye, his small hips, how his hair lay flat against his head and a few inches past his shoulders when not spiked, the bruised arms and the chipped black nail polish on his slender fingers. Bill was a work of art in the worst way. He couldn't even begin to imagine the pain this boy must be in. Tom didn't realize he was staring until Bill snapped his fingers in front of Tom's creamy brown eyes. He shook his head and looked away. Bill cleared his throat.

"So...is my breakfast this black blob on the floor or is it the one stuck to the ceiling?" He mused as Tom looked embarrassed.

"Yeah well I don't think you could do better." His fingers ached from the burns. Bill giggled.

"I could do it without burning myself." He started cleaning up the kitchen and Tom just watched how some movements made him cringe or wince but he made no noise of pain.

"Look fa-...Bill...you don't have to do that I will pick it all up later"

Bill just continued on and once the kitchen was picked up from Tom's attempt at using an oven he started pulling things out of the fridge and piling them on the counter. Tom found himself just watching and thinking as Bill started cracking eggs into a bowl and adding cups of flour and other ingredients.

Within half an hour Tom had pancakes, eggs, bacon, sliced fruit and orange juice set in front of him. He looked up at the diva and smiled and shook his head.

"Yeah you win."

They both sat at the counter eating quietly, the dark-haired teen's eye's searching the house, with all the shit that happened last night this was just so...bizarre. Tom laughed with the kids in class when they said he was a fag, now he sitting eating breakfast with the boy.

Bill looked over to Tom a small smirk playing on his face.

"I'm guessing this doesn't mean we are friends or anything." As the words hit him though, that smirk faded slowly and Tom took notice.

He cleared his throat and looked at Bill, for once serious.

"Bill, I'm am sorry about anything I ever said about you and no one deserves what happens to you every night...and..." He thought a bit more.

"Yes, we are friends. And you are welcome to stay here whenever you want...my parents work a lot and even if they aren't working they dont care much for parenting so...you are free to sleep over whenever."

Bill's grin was huge and beaming, never had anyone been so kind to him in his whole life. Well no one that he wanted to remember. Tom noticed the excitement in Bill's eyes a looked away rolling his eyes.

"Just don't annoy me and things should be fin-" His words were cut off as he felt slender but warm arms around his neck and weight on his shoulder. Bill was clinging to Tom and resting his head on his shoulder. He was just so happy.

"Thank you..."

Tom wasn't used to contact with boys, so he sat there slightly embarrassed and unsure of what to do. He tried to shrug Bill off with a smile.

"Hey, remember the whole don't annoy me thing?"

Bill blushed and went back to eating. Though he couldn't stop smiling. He could feel that this moment was very important, that things were going to change. He was both scared and excited but he didn't want it to stop.

School over the next set of weeks went by quickly. Bill found himself over at Tom's house each night and Tom found himself not being so bothered by the boy's company. Bill's dad asked where he went at night, almost demanding, but the dark haired boy knew better and never let it slip out. Though Tom and Bill didn't talk much during school but after Tom would drive them both to his house and they would do homework or mess around on video games. Bill sucked at them so that never lasted very long.

Bill was so happy. He wasn't alone anymore. But they say things don't last.

And they weren't going to.

Thank you so much for the wait! I hope you enjoyed the chapter. I'm trying my best to improve and tell you all a story I have had in my mind for over a year now. I hope to update again soon.

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