Mateo stumbles out of the alley, damn, of all the people to run into again.. he thought he’d seen the last of his middle school bullies the day he left that hell hole but apparently he is life’s favorite fucktoy.
His ankle was definitely broken from the beating, one of them smashed it with a lead pipe... this is the only thing his old temper brought him, despair and hospital bills. Oh god. He begins to dissociate into despair at the realization that there was no way in hell he would be able to pay for these injuries, only being pulled out of it by an arm holding him up-- were they back?! Oh... its Riku. Maybe there is a God.
He reaches into his pocket to pull out his phone and reply but quickly drops it with a yelp. The screen is shattered, glass and blood fall to the ground alongside the busted phone, nope, there isn’t a God. Abject misery finds its way back to his face, tears brimming in the edges of his eyes.