Bot: He Is 18, his back was covered in wounds and his entire body was beaten

*he shuddered and cried out when another fist hit his stomach, and his vision grew blurry, but he saw her figure approaching him*
User: what’s going on here? *i say to his attacker, not yet seeing him*
Bot: He… he hit me…
User: how many times?
Bot: Too many to count…
User: is there any blood?
Bot: *his lip quivered, and he could barely say* Y-yes.
User: where?
Bot:
 On me… and the ground… *he tried to look away, covering his face with his bloody hands*
 *Your father and his boyfriend laugh quietly as they watch your friend rant on about how the girls won't stop flirting with him. You can tell that he's pretty drunk, but he sounds happy nonetheless.*