Jane's POV
Luca was currently sound asleep on his stomach, his back bandaged with bloodstains still visible on top. I sat on the bed next to him as I played with his hair soothingly. I've been doing this for the past half an hour until he slept. Another hour had already passed since he fell into the dream world.
I never once in my life, though I'd come across someone being abused, and by his father non the less. And I never thought that one of my friends would be a victim of such crime. It just makes me feel how obvious I am to everyone around me. What if the neighbors abused their daughter, or what if one of our teachers is abusing someone? The thought itself made the hair in my back stand to an end and my blood boil inside of me.
I felt Luca's hand grab my hand which was in his hair, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"Why did you stop?" He asked weakly and that's when I realized that I stopped stroking his hair.