Authors Note

Hello everyone. I would like to thank you guys for reading and I hope you enjoy this chapter of my fan fiction. As always I would love reviews so please let me know what you think. If you are still in school and like me have February break I hope you enjoy it. I have just gotten my midterm grade back and it was a huge relief. And I also hope you enjoyed your valentine's day.

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Jennifer's pov

As we drove to the Curtis's my head continued to pound. My entire body aced especially my head. Darry was giving instructions to Dallas as he tried to clean the blood of my face with a rag. I was getting more car sick by the minute but I tried to hold it in.

I closed my eyes my head still spinning.

"Dallas you got to keep the kid awake she could have a head injury" Steve advised.

"Good idea Steve" he replied

"Hey kid you gotta stay awake, don't worry we'll be at the Curtis's soon."

"I'm so dizzy, I think I'm going to puke, can you open the window please"

"Sure kid"

He opened the window just in time.

I held my head in my hands.

"I'm sorry" I whispered ashamed

"Don't be sorry." Dallas stared, then muttered something I couldn't hear.

"Not about that, about my aunt talking about the fuzz, I shouldn't be so stupid."

"Don't say that about yourself."

I looked down, and took a deep breath.

"My aunt gets sick and sometimes, she does things that scare me."

"Like what?" soda asked in in a reassuring tone.

"I can't say anything especially if she's getting sick"

"Why?"

I looked at soda my eyes fighting tears. I wanted to tell him but ….

I had told people about my aunt being sick, but I've never actually mentioned the things she did.

What if she found out?

What if she has to go to the hospital again?

I remembered the last time they tried to put her in a hospital when she stopped taking her medication she ran away and we couldn't find her for days.

I was scared.

"I don't feel like talking about it right now" I said looking out the window.

Soda nodded understandingly.

I sighed.

How could I let this happen? I knew Steve was probley right, they always threatened me with everything. But what if they really are going to call the police? I'm had to act tough and keep cool.

"It was stupid of me to believe my aunt anyway, she was probly just having one of her fits." I thought.

But there was something else….

I remembered how it was in my old school..

(Flash back)

There is a hidden world, one no one would ever expect. You live in that dark, hidden world. To everyone your bright eyed and innocent, lovable and bright 7 year old little girl. And you look at old tapes of you and you see it, or at least how it use to be. Or maybe you just even fooled yourself. You wish it could be like that, so simple, so innocent and wonderful. (Or so you try to convince yourself and imagine). But there is your hidden world. Imagine your walking thought a forest or an old abanded building. You're just minding your own business and you hear a noise and you look around trying to find the source of it.

You open the closet door or look into the bushes…..

And nothing is there.

And all of a sudden when your least expecting it, you scream because the monster finally jumps out at you.

But then you realize….

You're not in an old forest ….

Or an abandoned building …..

You are in your very own house... And there is no monster

It's your very own grandmother screaming at you with her eyes full of disgust and hate.

She is putting you down.

Calling you names.

You try to stop it, but it only gets worse and you are suddenly being beaten.

You run into you room and lock the door to avoid being hit, you can still hear everything for she is in the next room.

You cover your ears, you do anything to drown it out.

There is no escaping the abuse, and before long you're hypnotized in her words. You try to fight it but the force is much too strong. You try to be as brave as you can and fight the tears for that was what she was looking for and she would win, with you being powerless over her. And after what seams like years, she finally leaves. But it's too late and you feel the tears falling down your face.

You blame yourself and wish things could be different, you think of the tapes. The many other times your family has done this flash though your mind, yet you still believe you could have done something to prevent it.

You think.

"They don't mean it, they're just angry."

You know that's a lie but you have the false hope to believe it. You try to calm your self down. After a while you succeed and you look at the clock. It's way past midnight. You know your going to be late for school again and you would be half a sleep all day but you choose to go anyway.

You get undressed and head into bed, and after about a half an hour you fall asleep. You awake to your grandmother screaming at you and after a few minutes you decide to get up since you cannot listen to her scream anymore.

You eat whatever you can sneak out of the fridge and take a shower but some how before you finish getting dressed it's time to leave. You look at the mirror and see the huge bags under your eyes, the bruises and you hair which hasn't been properly brushed in a week and your clothes are wrinkled and slightly small on you.

You try to fix yourself up as best as you can, and you always manage to fool everyone. You run out the door to school late again for I don't know how many times. You spend the day hiding your misery of your hidden world.

And everyone would be fooled by the act I put on.

But you're living in a secret storm that no one would ever realize and no one would ever know how much it's killing me inside. Because no matter how much of an angel people (teachers) see you or you really are, you'll always have the broken wings.

I remember when I was younger. I would fall asleep in class every day. The kids would all laugh and make fun of me. It got so bad my grades went down and I was almost left back. My teachers thought I was an amazing student but lazy and clumsy. I would never dare get in trouble. I would do all my school work and I was always respectful to my teachers. if I ever got a phone call home my grandma would lose it.

I tried everything to never get in trouble. I avoided conflict like the plague. I still do. But my family would still be called because of me falling asleep.

When I got bad grades I wouldn't get it signed after the first couple of times and they had to call my house.

They didn't took that well…

I would due terribly in gym due to being so tired which would cause more ridicule. I obsessively studied. But still failed due to everything that was going on. At recess I would sit and watch others play.

I would come to school dirty, poorly dressed and bruised. I bumped into things on purpose to look clumsy.

I always hid the pain and hurt..

And everyone was always fooled… even the all the kids

Well almost..

(End of flashback)