I do not own degrassi. But I do own this story. ENJOY:)
The last class periods went as slow as molases. I couldn't wait to get out of the classroom and start my weekend. Alex was at the lockers after school. She didn't see me at first, as if
she was preparing herself. She glanced at me and when I sat down, asked me "are you sure you want to do this?" I nodded.
"Alex we have been friends for a while, but it barely seems like I know you. Who are you?" I wasn't sure but I think she mumbled "nothing, I am nothing." She found her voice and said "
I am scared. My mom had me when she was 17, dropped out of highschool. Then she moved in with my dad and they eloped. We didn't have much the irst couple years, but it was
enough. We were close-knit and happy. Then my dad was diagnosed with Pancreatic Cancer. We didn't wan't to lose so we gave all that was left of our money for his treatment. It
failed, we lost him and were also broke." she paused "Are you sure you want to hear the rest?" She asked me, trying not to look at my sympathy filled eyes. "Please." She sighed.
"Okay. My mom was crushed. She tried to forget her sorrows in the bottle. Of course, we didn't have the money for that so she got herself a drinking buddy who did. A horribe tempered
hostile-while-drunk (which was most of the time) drinking buddy. He didn't treat her well, or me." I put my hand around her, giving her as much strangth as I could muster.
"Alex, what di-"
"I already told you too much, Marco. He will find out. And then well." she anwered anxiously
"How would he find out. What would he do?"
"I don't know. I'm a coward." she ignored his comment and said this instead. I was shocked.
"How exactley does that fit in?" I inquired, not able to figure it out.
"I don'tstand up for myself."
"You shouldn't have too." I hugged her.
"I can't contain my anger when he hurts my mom, but when he turns to me. I just let him do whatever he wants." She paused and I could see there were tears in her eyes. What she
did next suprised me and made me want to vomit at the same time. She took off her sweatshirt and wiped off her makeup. I started crying at what I saw. She turned to me and said
"I love him, Marco. Just like Jesus did." Marco's jaw dropped.
"You are a Christian?" I asked unbelievingly
"Yeah, ever since my mom started hanging out with Demetri. I was hurt when she chose him over me and I discovered someone who never would."
"I know how you feel. And Alex, you are the most courageous person I know." She stood up to leave and I saw again the bruises and scratches and other horrific imprints on the visible
parts of her body. How did she do that, live with such pain?"
Did you like that. If you are against Christians or whatever, tell me and we should have a talk. Or I could remove that plot from my story. Either way.