Oh Calamity

Ezra's p.o.v: (the next morning) I wake up and my head is pounding. I get up and find my clothes, I guess this has become a usual for me. It's not like when I panicked when I did it with Alix. I put on my clothes then I hear another voice. I look back and I see Ryder. he's sprawled across the bed now and his hands are everywhere. he looks like an actor from those Nyquil commercials. He's talking in his sleep too. But I can't make out what he's saying. I throw his clothes at him and he jumps and falls off the bed. he wraps the blanket around his waist and his torso, arms, shoulders, chest, and stomach are covered with scars. not just cuts, burns, scorches, and many I don't know what are. I feel pity for a moment but then it disappears and I start to walkout.
"is this where your used to the girl going "where are you going? Are you going to call me? is this a one time thing?"" he says mimicking a American girls voice
"uhh.... yeah. that's what usually happens. and that's what is happening right now" I say and he scoffs, puts his clothes on and storms out and I follow him
"Ryder! hey Ryder! I didn't mean that. I'm sorry" I yell and he just picks up his pace but I catch up to him and grab his shoulder but he pushes me
"Don't touch me" he seethes
"Hey I said sorry didn't I. Doesn't that mean anything?" I ask
"It was a half ass sorry and it wasn't genuine. you're just like the classic douche bag. the one night stands, drugs, drinking, luring in the nice shy guy huh? is that what you did with your last boyfriend? lure him in and play him lik-" he sneers but I slap him before he can finish then I keep on hitting him
"You. Don't. Know. A. Damn. THING!" I yell at him in between punches and he sobs loudly not doing a thing
"FIGHT BACK YOU PIECE OF SHIT!" I yell at him and he just sobs more I stop hitting him and he falls to the ground and hugs his knees
"I'm sorry mom. please don't hit me anymore. I'll be a good son" he says in between sobs. he gets up and runs off and I run after him and once I catch up to him I hug him as he screams at the top of his lungs. I'm glad no one else lives around these parts because he's screaming and crying hysterically.
"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" he screams and I hug him and sooth him. my dad used to have to do this after the whole Killian thing. he reminds me of a traumatized little kid. he stopped screaming after about twenty minutes, now he's sniffling and clinging on to my shirt. I pick him up and carry him to my car. his breathing calms and I'm guessing he tired himself out 'cuz he fell asleep. I lean back into my seat and take a deep breath. I wake him up and he looks at me
"What... what happened?" he asks "and why do I feel like I've been hit?". shit he doesn't remember. I best not tell him
"I think last night a couple guys hit you. and I think something happened between us" I say unsurely
"Oh.... Oh! uhmm.... oh" he says blushing
"Well I best get you home" I tell him
"Yeah..." he says and I drive off.... I feel so bad.... I hate this