I Believe

Helping Hand

                                                                                          ~EVIE~

I talked to Enzo at the tree, and it wasn't as awkward as I had thought it would have been when I approached him. He had been in a ball, crying hard. I didn't know what was going on, but I figured if he had wanted me to know, he would have told me by then.

Finally, when we were sitting together under that exact tree two hours later, I got up the courage to ask him.

"What happened, Enzo? Why were you so upset?"

He sighed. "I- It's a long story. I don't really think you'd want to hear it."

I shook my head, and held his hand. "Of course I want to hear it, or I would not have asked, would I?"

He smiled as he saw our hands intertwined. "Okay... It's- It's my mom. She absolutely despises me, because I don't live up to her expectations: smoking, drinking, and having a 'good life'. So, she hired some guy to beat me up when I didn't do what she wanted. And, that's what happened. I had never been beaten up by my own parents, or anyone in my family, but it felt like she was the one beating me up, anyways. She just let him do it." A tear rolled down his cheek, and I just hugged him tightly.

"Come with me." I told him.

He got up with me, but didn't immediately start walking.

"Where are we going?" He asked.

"I'm taking you to my house. You're meeting my parents."

He smirked, "Don't you think it is a bit too early, Evie?"

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, right. Just come on already."

We both started walking, or wheeling, down to the beach, which, of course, was not far away from my home.

"Why do you want me to meet your parents?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "I thought you hated me, now, after.... after what happened. Why do you want to help me?"

I shrugged, but I didn't have to think about my answer. "Because, Enzo. I care about everyone. That includes you, doofus."

He smiled, and shoved me playfully. I shoved him to the ground hard, laughing, and wheeled away as fast as the wheelchair could go.

He chased me all the way to my house, but I was fast. Although, soon I got tired of pushing so hard on the wheels, and slowed down as my home's drive came to view.

By the time we got there, we were both laughing hard enough for our stomachs to hurt.

Dad hugged me as I entered the house, and he sighed. "Are you okay? You were supposed to be here 30 minutes ago, Evelyn."

As soon as Dad saw Enzo, he furrowed his eyebrows. "Who is this?"

"Dad, this is Enzo. He's my... Friend. We wanted to talk to you about something, and it's really important that you stay calm, okay?" I explained confidently.

Dad put his hands on his hips. "Fine, but when this guy leaves, we're having a talk. Got it?"

I nodded, blushing. I had just gotten in trouble in front of Enzo.

But. that should not have bothered me, considering I didn't like him in the first place. 

Right?

I had not been so confused about how I had felt about someone in my entire life. Why had I been so confused right then?

This was not about me, though. Not now. This was about helping Enzo, and getting him away from his crazy, psychotic mother.

"Yes, sir." I spoke quietly, and began to explain Enzo's situation to Dad.