WARNING: Pain, Abuse, sadness, just a lot of crying, I PROMISE I DON'T SEE DECEIT IN THIS WAY.

~Patton's POV~

I stay quiet as I hear Logan walk closer to the sound.

"Yes, babe?"

"It's time. You know what you did."

"I-I.. I'm sorry. I tried my best. I'm not that good at cooking-"

I hear a crack, possibly of a belt. Logan yelps.

I hear glass shatter. Logan yelps again.

"Uh-Uh, no buts, no cuts, no coconuts."

"..Y-Yes, Dee."

I hear a smack, and more glass shattering.

Wait.. is Dee..

"I'm sorry.. I'm sorry Dee.. I'll stop being bad. I love you."

Oh my god.

WHIP.

SMACK.

CRASH.

I hold back tears as this goes on for another five minutes. I can't make any noise. What if it got Logan even more hurt?

Eventually, it stops.

"That's enough. I'm bored. Goodnight, baby. I love you."

"I-I love you too."

I hear walking turn into running. It stops as I hear Logan close a door and sit down on his bed.

I hear him crying.

"I.. I love him. Dee loves me. We love each other. When I misbehave, I get punished. That's how love works."

I hear him sniffle.

"Maybe.. I can.. call Patton. He's pretty cool."

Oh no. My cover is blown.

I hear Logan pull out his phone. He coughs loudly.

"..Hello, Patton."

I sniffle. "Logan.. you.. butt-dialed me."

"How much.. did you, uhm, hear?"

"The- the whole thing."

I hear him start to cry even more as I feel tears roll down my cheeks.

"Patton, please, don't worry- I'm fine. Dee loves me. This is just how love work-"

"Love does not work like.. that! He's hurting you! Physically and probably mentally too! This isn't okay!"

"Patton, I love him. I can't go. I can't."

It feels like he's trying to convince himself more than me.

"Logan, please. Listen to me. You need to get away from him. He doesn't love you. He's treating you like some.." I sniffle. "..like some toy."

We're both silent. The only sound is our tears.

"..f-fine. I don't love him. You're right. He's.. pressuring me into loving him. But- i- I cant leave. He'll hurt me even more."

"You can leave. Sneak out a window."

"Well- where am I supposed to go, Patton? I do not know a single person on the face of the entire earth that cares about me enough to let me stay for who knows how long-"

"I will."

"...what?"

"Logan, I.. I Lo-" I clasp a band over my mouth. Crap. Did he hear that.

"S-sorry.. uhm, I really care about you.. you're my best friend. That's what best friends do. We protect each other. We care about each other." I start to cry more.

Logan is silent.

"Please.. come over. As soon as you possibly can." I say through tears.

"..thank you."

"Please, don't thank me. Get over here as soon as you can."

"..is.. is now a good time? I can catch a bus-"

"Please. As fast as you can. I'll be waiting."

He hangs up.

..Logan is staying at my house. Logan was getting abused by his boyfriend. Logan was in a toxic relationship.

He doesn't deserve to be in this situation. Why can't we both just be normal, teenage boys doing normal, teenage boy things?

I sit on my bed, sobbing into my hands. He doesn't deserve this. I can't believe he had to go through that.

I stand up. Stop crying, Patton. Get the first aid kit. He'll be here soon.

~A half and hour later~

I'm sitting anxiously by the door when i finally hear a knock around 11:30 PM.

I open it. Logan is there. He's finally here.

I grab his arm gently, pulling him inside and closing the door behind him.

I bring him to my room and sit him down on my bed. I sit next to him. As he sets a book bag on the floor.

We both stay silent.

"..are you okay?" I eventually ask.

"In all honesty.. no."

I move closer to him. "Can.. can I give you a hug?"

"..y-yeah."

I gently wrap my arms around Logan. After a couple seconds, he starts crying and hugs me back tightly.

He rests his head on my shoulder, softly crying.

I run circles onto his back, whispering into his ear.

"Shh.."

"It's okay."

"You're safe."

"Just let it out."

"You're okay."

"It's fine."

"Sh.."

Eventually, Logan starts to quiet down. I realize he's asleep.

I sniffle, trying to be quiet. Logan is wearing a t-shirt, shorts, and sneakers. I slowly take off his shoes, deciding he can sleep in his other clothing.

I'm in similar clothing, so I decide to go to bed as well.

I try to carry Logan to the back of the bed, barely being able to do it. I tuck him in before grabbing a pillow and blanket and laying them out on the floor.

When I'm about to lay down, Logan speaks.

"Patton?"

"O-oh, I thought you were asleep.. yeah?"

Logan looks to the side. "Can.. can you sleep in the bed? With me?"

I gently smile, trying to fight the blush rising to my face. It's not time for that.

"If that's what you want, Lo. Of course."

I make my way back to the bed, sliding underneath the covers next to him.

Logan moves closer to me, wrapping his arms around my neck and nuzzling his head into my chest.

I smile. "Night, Lo."

"Goodnight, Pat."