Chapter 4:

* Carlos *

During the whole trip I watched Eithan lying unconscious, my hand on his forehead. He was burning, he had a fever, his body was covered with scars and his forehead was with clotted blood. Who is capable of doing this to a child like that, what goes through people's minds, I'm going to find who did it and kill them.

"Oran!"

"Yes?"

"Did you call the doctor?"

"Yes, he is on his way"

"Perfect, and check me out more details about this kid!"

"Yes,sir"

The car stopped some time later and parked. I picked up Eithan with his hands and walked with him to one of the beds, which I opened the door one of the maids came to help. I signaled that I did not need help and went upstairs after Oran, who had arrived at my room, placed Eithan on a bed.

"Boss, he needs a shower!"

I looked at Eithan and then at Oran "Prepare the bath for the food please!"

"No problem"

Oran left the room and I started undressing him, I slowly took off his shirt, which was stuck to his body but it got stuck in the middle, I tore it, I did not have the strength to argue with it or hurt him. A huge rage permeated me that I saw his body, his stomach was covered in scars and wounds, he had cigarette marks, he had choking marks on his neck, and when I looked at his hand I immediately recognized what I saw.

The boy tried to commit suicide, he had a scar on his wrist, although it is an old scar but anyone who sees can understand that it is an attempt to commit suicide. I looked at him for a minute, the bruises, the blood scars, It made me angry, I just wanted to kill someone, who dares to do it, what happened to me?, who takes care of it?, where is his dad in the whole story?, I blinked for a few seconds and took off my pants and under them more marks appeared. His legs had signs of a belt snap, his legs were red and swollen, how could he walk like that, it hurts me to see it then him. I picked it up by hand and led it to the bath because as soon as I arrived it was ready, I took off his panties and started scrubbing.

I soaped him in every limb and limb, tried not to hurt him or make him pain, every fraction of blood I took off, but then I put my hand on one of the stains I realized it was not blood, he is being bullied, someone is abusing him at school, he is being abused, sailing.

With great anger I clenched my fist and gave a blow to the wall, frustration killed me, I could not see him like that.

Although I see blood every day, I am a murderer, abusive but not like that. As soon as I finished showering him I put him to bed and the doctor was already waiting to treat him.

*Eithan*

My head ached, and my forehead burned, I felt my body go up in flames, I blinked for a few seconds but I could not open my eyes, the headache was too strong that made my body go silent.

I moved my palm and fingers and felt something touch her, panic attacked me and I rose without understanding I lifted my head and breathed fast, I was stressed, who touched me, where am I, who is it ?, I turned my head to the sides until I saw the teacher standing in front of me.

"Hey, how are you feeling?"

I looked at him and then at the hand that was. Laid by me, she was warm, the touch was pleasant, I felt safe for a second, but I quickly shifted my hand and asked him, "Where am I? What happened?"

The teacher smiled at me, he got up from the chair and handed me a glass of water. I looked at the glass, it looked irritating but I did not want to. I did not want to drink, I did not want to eat, I knew what the result would be then, what to do, I shivered, held my head tightly, my hands hid my head and let out a sigh of pain.

"All is well?" He leaned towards me and put his hand on his shoulder, they saw on him that he was trying to help me but I protested: "I'm fine" and I continued

"Thanks anyway, I need to go home" I started to get out of bed but he kept me from it.

"Rest here! everything is fine, I already informed your father that you are with me"

"You what??" My eyes stared at him, what did he do?

My hands were shaking, I felt chest pain, my hand leaped down my throat in an attempt to breathe, his breathing was heavy, I could not breathe, anxiety attack again came what to do now ?, what I tell him, I was completely entangled.

"Ahh" a scream erupted from my mouth as both my hands landed on my shoulders and cut me off from my thoughts and made the attack go away.

"Six, everything's fine"

I looked into his eyes, he was so focused on me, he cared for me, he wanted my well-being, but I knew, I knew what the result would be, the result would return to itself just like before.

"I'm sorry…" I stammered: "I have to go home I do not ..."

There were knocks on the door, when the door opened me saw in front of me the brother of the school.

"Boss, I brought the food,

Is everything okay? "Carlos took his hands off me and smiled: "yes thank Oran and "Do not worry, it will be okay" he look at me and continue: "your father is aware that you are with a fever and injured and he agreed to you stay here"

"Obviously he will agree after all he ..." And I was silent, I realized that my thoughts were said aloud, I put my hand according to the shame.

"Eithan??"

I raised my head and felt a burden, I'm not supposed to be here, I'm supposed to go home I have things to do, my dad will kill me. I must not come back late.

"I'm fine ..." The words came out of my mouth very slowly, the teacher approached me with a bowl of food.

"Come on, you need to eat!" My eyes looked at the stew in front of me, they made me empty white rice, it had nothing in it, it was smooth, the smell covered the whole room, and my stomach crackled, I wanted, I wanted to eat, the first bite irritated me, but I was afraid of the fact that I should eat, of the taste. It will appear in my mouth, the taste of dust. The taste prevents me from eating and makes me vomit.

"No, thank you" I returned the food to him and continued: "I do not want to eat, I am not hungry!" I smiled at them and came to lie on the bed, but the teacher shook my hand, I looked at him in surprise, his face changed from someone gentle to someone serious, his expression began to scare me, as if he had come to murder someone, and my hands trembled.

"Eat!" He handed me the spoon, his voice was aggressive and serious, his eyebrows protruded, he was focused only on me. "I do not R." From the very act he did, having no choice I began to bite. Tears welled up in my eyes.

What? I, its rice, why, how, it's delicious, why I have a taste of rice in my mouth, I quickly snatched the spoon from it and took another bite, and the taste of the rice remained in my mouth.

I have a taste! I can taste, I have something salty in my mouth, how? How does that make sense? What did he do? What changed between all the foods I ate? After an eternity I did not feel what a taste of rice I felt alive, I felt light at the end of the cave.