The Broken Ginger

*Alan's P.O.V.*
Jonathan picked on me every chance he got. It fucking hurt. Austin was so worried about me. As soon as we got into his room, he picked me up and carried me to his bed. He layed me down on the bed and plopped next to me. "So what happened today that made you so upset?" he asked. The look on his face made my heart break. He looked so fucking worried and scared. "Jonathan Mills." I whispered. His face changed from worry to anger then back to worried again. "What has he done?" he asked softly. "He is calling me names and shit and this." I lifted up my shirt to reveal a few bruises he left. He gasped. Tears filled my eyes once again.
*Austin's P.O.V.*
Once I saw those bruises, I was beyond fucking pissed at Jonathan. I saw Alan start to cry. He put his shirt down. I gently pulled him close to me. I held him. I started crying too because it hurts me so fucking much to see him Alan in pain or when he's sad or upset. "Don't worry about him. I'll make sure he doesn't even look at you again." I told him. I held him while he sobbed. He quieted down. He looked up at me.
*Alan's P.O.V.*
He kissed me. I traced his bottom lip with my tongue, asking for entrance. Then I remembered, Austin's dad wasn't home...