Aiden just lay there. He was on the floor. He couldn't move. The embarrassment, the shock, the pain both physical and mental, kept him in his spot. The fear kept him completely still. Did he imagine it to go this way? Of course not. Now he was too scared to get up. He wasn't even sure if he should open his eyes. There was an ache going around his face. Could he even open his eyes? He had to check if his apartment was empty. He couldn't remember if he heard his door open and shut, signaling the leaving of the person who did this to him. Or were they waiting to go after him again the second he tried to get up?
There was a knock on the door, and it began opening. Aiden jumped off the kitchen floor and hurried to his room, unsure who it was.
"Hey Aiden!" a voice called out, "Are you home?" It was Jaxie.
"Jaxie, don't come in here," Aiden begged from his bedroom.
"Why not?" Jaxie asked as she entered the apartment, "What's...Aiden, is that blood on the floor?"
"Jaxie just leave," Aiden choked out through tears.
Hurrying across the floor, Jaxie began knocking on the bedroom door desperately, "Aiden? What's going on? Open the door now." When there was no response, Jaxie opened the door and saw Aiden standing up, turned away from her. His shoulders were shaking.
"Don't look at me please," Aiden said in a shaky voice that scared Jaxie.
"Are you kidding me right now? Aiden," Jaxie walked around her older brother, trying to get a good look at his face.
Aiden tried his hardest to hide, but knew he wouldn't get his sister to leave anytime soon. "Alright, alright!" he finally gave in, "Alright...I'll show you. Just...look and get out, okay?"
Jaxie waited as Aiden removed his hands from his face and turned to show her. She felt her stomach leap to her throat. Aiden's face was discolored as one of his eyes was nearly swollen shut, his lip was busted with blood trickling out the corner, and his cheek was looking like a balloon.
"What happened to you?" Jaxie asked with tears filling her eyes.
"I said to just look and leave," Aiden said turning away again.
"Who did this to you?" Jaxie repeated, watching Aiden fall onto his bed.
"Aiden, if you don't tell me, I'm going to have to call the police."
"No," Aiden said firmly.
"How do I know you weren't walking here from the store and got jumped?" Jaxie argued.
"Then tell me what happened."
"Then how do I know I don't need to call someone or bring you somewhere?"
"Because I'm telling you!" Aiden yelled sitting up on the bed, "It was my fault anyway."
"How?" Jaxie asked.
"I-I can't tell you."
Jaxie went for a different approach. She sat down on the bed and looked at her brother. They were so close, they always had been. They told each other everything. Someone hurt the person she considered her best friend, and she wasn't about to let that go so easily. "Aiden please talk to me. Who did this?"
Aiden looked up at her and could see the hurt in her eyes. She wanted to fix this right now. How could he tell her it would never be fixed? He messed up. Very bad. He messed up so bad and it wasn't going to go away, ever. She may even want to knock his head loose after she hears about everything. He couldn't loose her too. It was bad enough he already lost his best friend, the one who caused these physical markings.
"Brett," he quietly whispered.