Hotstreak walked over to Richie's quivering body and kneeled down to him.
"...A-Are you alright?" No, of course he's not! The poor kid was just raped!
He helped Richie up. Richie fixed his jeans and looked down. He'd stopped crying but Hotstreak could see how broken he was. "Come back to my place and we'll get you cleaned up..." Richie didn't say anything but he followed Hotstreak willingly. He was in too much shock to realize of all people who was helping him, Francis!
Hotstreak arrived at his house and the two walked up to his room. Richie was still shaking with fear. Hotstreak gave the blond a towel. "Here. Go clean yourself up." Richie walked into Hotstreaks bathroom and undressed himself. He turned on the hot water only on the shower and stepped in. He picked up the soap and lathered it all over his body then started scratching himself all over leaving red sore marks.
He had a long steaming hot shower. He stepped out and walked into Hotstreak's room with the towel around his waist. He wasn't there. Richie could hear the television on downstairs. In the bedroom, there was fresh clothes layed out. Even boxers. They were Hotstreaks. He put them on. The jeans were slightly big but it was okay.
He walked downstairs and met Hotstreak in the living room. "...Hi..." Richie said. Hotstreak looked at him as the blond boy started to make his way towards him and set next to him on the couch. He looked down trying to hold back his tears. Hotstreak noticed Richie's arms and neck were beat red and sore.
"Francis... Thanks for saving me..."
Hotstreak kept looking away. "No problem..."
There was an awkward five minute silence. "It wasn't just a few hours ago at school that you shoved me on the floor... I guess you're not such a bad guy after all... I just wish you didn't have to see me like that..."
Hotstreak still continued to look away as he felt tears swell up in his eyes and fall down his cheeks. He got up and made his way to the kitchen hiding his face. "Are you hungry?"
"...Yea."
"I'll make us some ramen."
"Thanks..."
What an awkward situation I'm put in...
After the two ate dinner it was getting pretty late. "I'll walk you home. That okay?" Hotstreak asked. "I don't mind... Thank you." Hotstreak walked Richie home. The two said nothing the entire way. As they reached the blond boys house Richie looked at Hotstreak. "Thanks." Richie said. Hotstreak turned away blushing but was unnoticeable because of the darkness of the night. Suddenly Richie gave him a quick hug and walked to his front door. He waited until Richie was inside his house then left.
Hotstreak returned home. He leaned against the front door. Irony is a shitty thing... If I were to cross paths with him after my thoughts earlier today, why did he have to suffer?
Hotstreak layed on his couch and started to cry silently. What is this tight suffocating feeling I have in my chest whenever I think about him... The red head thought to himself. He took off his shirt and made himself comfortable on the couch as he drifted off to sleep.
Hotstreak woke up the next morning and went to the bathroom.
He stripped off his clothes and turned on the water in the stand-up shower. He went under the water and sat down on the shower floor and let the hot water fall against his back.
"Feel's so nice..." Hotstreak said with a slight smile.
He pushed his hand through his silky wet red hair and sighed in relaxation. He reached for the bar of soap and looked at it. "...Richie last used this..."
Hotstreak finished up his shower and got dressed. "...I wonder how Richie is doing..."