I'll take care of you
Character: Credence Barebone
A/n: Credence makes me very emotional because my son deserved so much better.
• You jumped a little at the sudden loud crack of thunder that rattled outside, nearly dropping the books out of your hands.
It had been raining all afternoon so most people choose to stay indoors. You had closed your bookshop for the evening and decided to rearrange the shelves a little and choose which books to give away so you could have room for newer releases.
If the thunder caused you to jump then you all but screamed whenever several small taps came to your back door. It took a moment for you to catch your breath before you ran over to the door.
It was still late in the evening, so you had no idea who could be knocking on your door at this hour.
Unlike the front door, this one had a peephole so you could safely check to see who was outside.
You were shocked to see Credence standing there, clinging onto his coat and looking terribly upset.
You hurriedly pulled open the door and scrambled him inside, locking it quickly.
“What on earth are you doing here? If your mother finds out she’ll al but kill you.” You warned turning to look at him.
Credence didn’t say anything, but that wasn’t an uncommon with him. However when you heard a small sob come from him you were on high alert.
“What’s the matter?” You asked softly, stepping close to him and trying to look at him, but his gaze was transfixed upon the floor. “Did she hurt you again?”
When he nodded meekly you gently reached out your hands for his, turning them over and grimacing at the red lash marks on them.
“How horrible.” You commented quietly, know this was a common thing at the place where Credence lived, somewhere you wouldn’t go near even if you’re life depended on it. “Does it still hurt?”
With another nod you gently dropped your hands and brushed the dark hair that clung to his pale forehead. “Don’t worry, I’ll take of you.” You said assuringly. “Stay here, I have some medicine upstairs and I’ll get you a towel.”
He silently nodded again and you quickly ran up the stairs into your apartment and took all the things you needed, plus a glass of water to help him calm down.
You found Credence sitting stiffly at one of the sofas next to the windows, silently watching the rain.
You placed the safety kit and water on the coffee table and wrapped the towel around his shoulders, bringing the ends up to fluff at his hair and dry it. “There you go.” You said with a small smile at the look of his utterly disheveled hair.
The corners of Credence mouth raised ever so slightly, know how ridiculous he must of looked. “Now this is going to sting just a little bit.” You warned, placing some antibacterial on his hands.
He did flinch a little but with no complaints you cleaned the wounds and the wrapped some bandages around them.
“Do you think you can hold this?” You asked, holding the glass of water out for him.
“Yes.” He answered quietly, taking it and drinking it slowly.
“You know if things get too rough at home you can always come here to clear your head.” You said, offering him a comforting smile.
“Thank you.” He said sincerely, setting the empty glass down.
You took his hands again and his the back of the bandages. “To help them heal faster.” You said smiling.
You sighed knowing how late it was getting. “I’d hate to send you off, but you really ought to be heading home now. Don’t want to make your mother angrier.”
Credence nodding in agreement, standing up and walking to the back door.
You rested your hand on his shoulder and unlocked the door. “Take my umbrella and give it back to me whenever I see you next.”
“Can I come back soon?” He asked, once you opened the door for him.
You smiled. “Of course.”