*Ryan's Point of View*
I watched as Jason started to walk to the front door. The only thing I could feel was anger at his father and worry about him. I knew that he wasn't handling this the way he should be, but I didn't know what I was supposed to do.
"Dad," I said when I opened the front door.
"Ryan," he said walking out of the kitchen with Mom, "Is something wrong?"
"Yes," I said dropping the backpacks on the floor, "Mom, Dad this is Jason. He needs our help."
"What's wrong?" Mom said giving him a concerned look.
Hearing him sigh I saw him lift up his shirt to show us the damage that his father has done to him. I hadn't seen it before so I had to look away as tears filled my eyes. I saw Mom cover her mouth so we couldn't hear her silently crying, but Dad looked at Jason and walked over to him.
"Can you tell me who did this to you?" he said in a calm soothing voice.
"My father," Jason said his voice cracking.
"Dad," I said finally looking back, "We need to take him to the hospital, but he doesn't have any money."
"I'll take car of it," he said nodding, "Let's go."
Walking out of the house I gently wrapped an arm around Jason's waist and hoped that I wasn't hurting him. He looked at me and smiled before yawning. Chuckling softly I opened the door to Dad's car and let him get in.
As the car started Jason laid his head on my shoulder and fell asleep. Smiling to myself I put my head on his and fell asleep listening to Jason's breathing to calm me down.
