EASTSIDE | s.cb + l.f

8. felix

when i got news that you were beaten to a pulp by your father, i cut classes and ran straight to the hospital.

when i barged into your room, i felt sick.

your head was all wrapped up, needles were stuck into your arms and your right arm and leg was in a cast. your eyes were an undistinguishable shade of black and blue.

it was the most horrible sight i had seen in my life.

i almost puked from my stomach dropping all the way to my feet.

i blamed myself for not going.

i know now that if i had went, you wouldn't have stayed on the east side waiting for me until your father found you.

you wouldn't have been hurt.