AN-Well, here's the new chapter. And you'll finally learn the whole story about Kyla and Andy. Well, please R&R!
Disclaimer-I don't own GG.
Chapter 6: Finally Telling the Truth
Kyla's POV:
I open my eyes and look at the clock. Then I realize I fell asleep last night right after I showed my parents my notebook.
I stay laying there thinking. I wonder if my parents have read what I wrote, what they're thinking, if they think I'm crazy, if they want to kill Andy. My brain won't turn off.
There's a knock at my door and I hear my mom's voice from the other side. I don't say anything.
She keeps calling me and I put on music. Since I can't hear her over The All-American Rejects blasting in my ear, I don't know if she walks away or not. I just know that I'm not ready to face her. I'm not sure why, but I'm just not ready. All I can hope I that I'll be ready eventually.
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About an hour after I got up, Jason calls.
"Hello?" I say into the phone.
"Hey," Jason says. "Did you tell them?"
"Kind of," I say.
"What do you mean kind of?" he asks.
"I showed them something I was writing in my notebook about it," I say. "So they know. I just didn't actually tell them."
"Well, what did they say?" he asks.
"I don't know."
"Why not?"
"Because I haven't exactly talked to them since they found out," I say.
"Kyla!" Jason practically yells into the phone.
"Ow!" I say.
"Sorry," he says. "But you need to talk to them, Kyla."
"Will you ever stop telling me what I need to do?" I ask.
"No, because you need to be reminded," he says.
"Whatever," I say. "I'm going now."
"What," he says. "Going to talk to your parents like your amazing, caring best friend told you to? Impossible, because you never seem to listen to your amazing, caring best friend."
"Jason, do me a favor and shut up," I say, then I hang up the phone.
But I know he's right. I do need to talk to my parents. Even though I really don't want to.
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Rory's POV:
After standing at Kyla's door for several minutes trying to get her to open it, I finally walk back downstairs to the living room. And when I do, I see Jess pacing around the room mumbling to himself.
"What's your problem?" I ask, sitting down on the couch.
"You know what my problem is, Rory!" he says. "God, I can't believe I let this happen!"
"How could you have stopped it?" I ask. "What do you think you could've done?"
"I could've stopped Kyla from having anything to do with that guy," he answers.
"No, you couldn't have!" I say. "Kyla's way too stubborn. She would've done anything she could to see Andy, no matter what you told her."
"Damn it, Rory, are you really ok with this?" He asks and finally stops pacing. "Are you really ok with her not telling us about this until now?"
"No, I'm not," I answer. "But it's probably not the easiest thing to talk about."
"That doesn't change anything," he says. "You know what, I'm going to fix this!"
"Jess, what are doing?" I ask.
"I just want to teach Andy that he can't hurt my daughter," he says, and he starts heading towards the door.
"Jess!" I say. "You can't do anything to Andy. Not that I don't want you to, but you can't."
He turns around and smirks.
"Fine," he says. "I guess I'm not going anywhere."
"Good," I say. "Now do you want to go try to talk to Kyla?"
"Ok," he says. Then he gives me a quick kiss and heads up the stairs.
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Kyla's POV:
Right after I get off the phone with Jason, there's another knock on my door.
"Kyla, can I come in?" my dad calls from the other side.
"Depends," I mumble. "Will you want to talk?"
The door opens.
"I heard that," My dad says. "And the answer's yes."
"I figured," I say.
"Now, are you going to talk, or are we just going to sit here and stare at each other for a few hours?" he asks.
"Well, considering the fact that I don't want to talk, I vote for staring," I say.
"I'm not letting you get away with that," he says. "Talk."
"What do you want me to say?" I ask. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you that I was an idiot who let a jerk push around for a year?"
"No," he says. "I don't want an apology. I want the whole story."
"Fine," I say. "A little bit after Andy and I started dating, he got mad at me for something and slapped me. The next day he said he was sorry, and I forgave him. Then a couple weeks later it happened again. And again. The same thing kept happening and I kept forgiving him. Then finally, the day I ended up in the hospital, after we went to the movies, he took out in the woods and..." I stop to take a breath and get ready to drop the bomb. "He tries to rape me. He pushed me to the ground and I hit my head. The person who found me in the woods and called 911 told me that Andy ran away right after I passed out. And that's the whole story."
I sit and stare at my dad, waiting for him to say something.
"Wow," he says finally.
"That's all you have to say?" I ask. "I expected something a little different, like saying that I'm an idiot or maybe going into an over-protective fatherly rage or something else like that.
"Oh, I already did the over-protective rage thing earlier," he says. "And I'd never call you idiot, because you're not."
"I'm not?" I ask. "Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure," he says.
"Ok, just checking," I say.
"I just completely hate that you had to deal with all of that alone," he says.
"Well, I wasn't dealing with it ALL alone," I say. "Jason knew."
"Wait, you told Jason before you told us?" he asks.
"Look, I need to tell someone just to let it out," I say. "And telling Jason was much easier than telling you and Mom. I was so not ready to tell either of you back then. I'm barely ready now. But I knew you guys needed to know."
"I'm not going to be mad because you don't need that right now," he says.
"Thank God," I say.
"But I might decide to mad later," he says. "So just watch out."
"Ok," I say. "Hey Dad?"
"Yeah?" he asks.
"Do you think you could tell all of this to Mom for me?" I ask. "I really don't like having to tell that story."
"Ok," he says.
"Thanks," I say.
Well, I told my parents what happened. And I got to say, it feels pretty good.