Ian trys to pull up my shirt but I resist, ian pushes my hands away and proceeds to look. when he lifts up the side of my shirt that I was holding his jaw drops as he covers it with his left hand. "noah what happened!" there was a sense of anger and I could tell that he was scared. "I fell off my bike, I'm fine" I said pulling my shirt back down. "You dont even have a bike.. tell me the truth" Ian's voice grew softer and it filled me with pain. "It was my dad." I replied to scared to look him in the eye to see a response, "what do you mean, your dad did that to you?" I was shaking thinking of if I should tell him the truth or lie agian. "my dad found out something he wasn't supposed to.. so he went to the garage, and grabbed a bat" I studded to tell him as my head rested between my legs pounding. I feel Ian's hands wrap around me, we stay like this for a while it seems. I dont feel like talking figuring it will pull him away and he'll ask questions, also because i feel safe. I feel like I can't be harmed. a few more minutes go by and we both pull away and...