Chapter Eighty-Two: Crazy B*stard

"What the hell?"

I exclaim as soon as I open the door.

Daniel's lip is busted, one of his eyes is swollen, his hand is in a cast, and his neck is bruised with what seems like strangulation marks.

"The president did this, didn't he?"

I ask as I brush my fingers faintly against his cheek.

He nuzzles his hand into mine and smiles.

"I’m fine; it’s just a scratch."

"Daniel."

I call sadly, and he sighs.

"I asked him about Neil, and he freaked out. It's fi-"

"No, it's not fine."

My arms wrap around his body softly, trying my best not to hurt him.

"He wants us to attend the campaign tonight; well, he wants you to attend. I'm too injured. How is your cheek?"

For him to ask me about my cheek when he looks miserable is something else.

“This isn’t your fault, Danny.”

A choked sound leaves his lips before warm droplets fall on my shoulders.

“No, it is I-…he said I made him that way and that I made him ‘gay’ by bringing Neil to meet him… Livy, my boyfriend fucked my father.”

My hands rub circles on