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He's slowly sucking the life out of her.
I'm the only one that seems to notice. Sure she's only called me about a few dozen times to come pick her up from a seedy part of town, or she's wearing long sleeves during the middle of summer; there's nothing wrong with that, right?
Wrong.
When I pick her up, she's bloody and banged up. She wears the long sleeves to cover his fingerprints. He his killing her, and she won't let me do anything to help her. All she says is, "Oh come on. Do you really think he would do that to me?" or, "He just got a little mad." or my personal favorite, "He loves me."
Not possible.
How could somebody that loves you do that? How could he beat you and mentally abuse you? How could he control you like he does? That does not sound like love to me. Someone that loves you should actually cares about you, unlike that scum bag. Can't she see that he's using her for his sick, twisted kicks?
No, no she can't.
He's manipulated her so badly that she thinks she is in the best relationship in the world. Her mom thinks he is the best guy for her, and she overlooks all the little things that prove it's a sick relationship. Her mom doesn't see the way he looks at her like a piece of meat, like a decent shag. She will never be able to see it because he has her sucked into his charm.
He can't fool me.
I see every evil look, every nasty touch, every tear. I see it all. I want to help her get out, but she thinks she's safe. She will never be safe with him. I'm just waiting for the day she finally snaps and tries to kill herself. I'm waiting to find her dead in her room, a bottle of pills in her hand and a nothing but a note left behind. I'm waiting for the funeral where her family will gather around and talk about how there were no signs of depression.
It's because there are none.
And who knows, he may kill her himself before she even has the chance. I feel like she on the brink of death, and that one more beating from him could take her final breath. She will lie bleeding in his arms and he will say it was a mugging gone wrong, but I will know the truth. I will know that it was his hands that took the life out of her. That killed her.
But I will take it to the grave.
She would want me never to tell anyone of the things I've seen. She wouldn't want him to get into trouble. If I did tell, everyone would just say, "I was just jealous of him" and then go about their days, letting Casey's killer go free. He will move on to the next girl, end up killing her, and then move on to the next. His twisted cycle will just keep repeating itself, and I will go about my life pretending like I never knew. I will pray that one day someone will put the two and two together, and justice will be served, but it never will. I will grow old, holding the secret of Casey McDonald's death in my mind.
I'm making a pact with myself tonight.
As long as I live, breath, walk this earth, I must not tell anyone about this. I have to keep it to myself and bring it with me in death, leaving no traces behind. The words, "Derek killed Casey" will never cross my lips in this life. I'm keeping him safe for her. That's what she wants. She loves him. Why would she ever love me? I'm just nerdy Noel. This will show how much I love her. I will keep him safe, for Casey.
I'll pretend like I never saw a thing.
A/N: This is what comes out of being sick... I was bored and this just kind of popped into my head. Hope you liked it.