"Are you okay?" He looks at me, his dark brown eyes pleading with me, begging for me to tell the truth, to let him in.
"Beck…"
"Please, I love you." Those three words, they tumbled out of his mouth, falling on top of each other in his desperation to make sure I was okay. It was sudden; I could tell by the look on his face that it even surprised him. "Please." I know it's wrong, I know that I'm killing him but I let the silence envelope the room anyway. The janitors' closet was warm and it smelt musty, like old moth balls and grandmas.
Beck pushes his hair back and looks down. "Jade, come on. I know you, better than anyone, you're not okay and you know that I know." I can't stand it anymore; I look up slightly, just into his eyes. "I'm sorry Beck, I just can't." I turn around and begin to open the door, to move back into the hallway so I can get away from whatever this is, but he grabs my arm and I gasp
"Ow!" I slap my hand over my mouth but it's too late. He didn't grab me that hard and he knows it. He raises his eyebrow quizzically but it falls quickly, a shocked look appearing on his face.
"No…" he whispers, almost as if I wasn't there, "no, no, no, NO!"
I pull my arms into my chest quickly as his voice rises. Again I turn to leave but I'm stopped by his voice, a soft, sharp whisper. "Stop." I turn to him slowly, my arms still folded across my chest. He looks down and then up at me and I know what's coming. I try to evade his grasp but he pulls my hand towards him and roughly pushes my sleeve up.
"Jade, you didn't." I don't answer because it's quite obvious that I did. I did and nobody was supposed to know, especially not the one person in the world that had hurt me so much.