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Main POV
~~~~~~~AT HOME THE NEXT DAY~~~~~~~

It was late in the afternoon. Alex had already taken a shower, and applied the makeup to cover the bruises that were still visible with the clothes she wore, like on her chest, and her face, and neck. She ignored Hayley's first few attempts to talk to her. Burying herself in her music, she looked at her journal and began to write, trying her best to tune out the girl who was on the brink of yelling at her.

Alex POV

I turned on my music and began to write in my journal, blocking Hayley out was not easy. I honestly felt bad, something was up with her sister, but there was no way in hell I was going to talk to her. She's never cared before, but now she does…I wonder why? "ALEX! Come on! Talk to me!" she yelled at me, "I know something's up! Just talk about it! I won't tell anyone, I promise!" she continued. I looked up at her, "Just talk to me Alex, I know it hasn't seemed like it, but I've always been here, I always will be, and I want to be now. You just never knew it because you refuse to ask for help!" she began to calm. Glaring, I pulled out my ear buds, "I can't tell you" I stated simply, my expression blank. "Can't. So…there is actually something to tell?" she deducted. Shit, I slipped, wait…when did she become smart enough to think about things that deeply? "You wouldn't understand" I snapped. She winced, "How would you know? There's a lot that I understand, you just don't know it because, once again, you never bother asking or telling!" She spat back at me. "It's too big" I barked, "You just wouldn't!" I yelled.

I jumped off the bed, and ran. Clutching my journal tightly to my chest, I didn't even know where I was going. I turned a couple corners and slowed. I continued walking, looking at the ground as I went, I turned a few more corners and found myself in front of a house. I knew this house. I knew it well, and I knew the person who lived there just might be able to help. I decided not to, turning on my heels I began to walk back. But my legs refused, and kept me rooted to the spot.

Gloria POV

What Claire told me jesterday was haunting me. I thought about what I might say when I started. I came up weeth telling her that she could trust me, and she could tell me anything, and that there were people in her life that wanted to help. I was going to tell her that I love her very much, and I would do anything for her to keep her saeefe. I began to gather my things, walking around, I thought more about eet. When I got out the de front door, turned to lock eet, but something caught my eye. There was Alex, standing at de curb, just staring at de house.

Alex POV

The house I was staring at was Gloria and Grampa Jay's house. I watched as Gloria came out, caught my eye for a millisecond and turned to lock the door. She did a double take and stared at me. Putting her hand to her brow to block the sun, she squinted her eyes to see better.

"Alex?" She called, "Ees that jou?" I began walking toward the house. She stood there with her hand on her brow, watching as I made my way up the driveway, and turned down the walkway to the front steps. I stopped at the bottom, and looked at her, not realizing that I was crying. She looked at me, concern and sorrow, mixed with uncertainty in her eyes. I watched as she unlocked the door and opened it. She turned to me and held out her hand, I glided up the steps and took it.

She pulled me upstairs and into the guest room, so we wouldn't be bothered, even though we both knew that Manny was on his way to my house, and Jay would be going out after that.

"So" she said, "What brings jou here?" Her eyes flitted to the journal I was holding; I hadn't noticed that I was still clutching it to my chest. "I really don't know" I whispered, she nodded her head, "I was fighting with Hayley, and I ran out, and found myself here…" I trailed off. Looking at her, I saw just how concerned she was.

"What were jou two fighting about?" She asked me. "She thinks there's something wrong with me like, something's going on in my life." I replied

"Is there?" I thought about it. I knew the answer; it was yes. But that wasn't the answer I gave her. "Not really" I told her shrugging. "Jour mom seems to theenk the same theeng."

My head snapped up to look at her, my mom? "My mom talked to you?" I asked her, my voice intentionally laced with worry and anger. She nodded. "What did tell you?" I asked her arrogantly, sticking my chin up. "She said that jou were very weethdrawn lately, you avoided deener, and deedn't eat much. She told me that jou would cry, and yell at her, and she said something about a bloody rag." "Alex, she really worried about jou. You know you can talk to any of the women in jour life." She told me, tears pooled in my eyes. She continued, "Jou can tell me and Claire anything, jou can probably even talk to Hayley."

I watched her face as she talked. The emotions danced around in her eyes. I could tell she meant it, that she cared, but I didn't know what to say. I could feel her watching me. How was I supposed to tell someone what happened to me? How was I supposed to start the sentence? I just didn't know what to do. A lump rose in my throat, my eyes burned trying to hold back salty tears. I took a careful breath.

"Jour safe Alex." She stated simply. I looked up at her, tears spilling over my cheeks. She got up from the bed where she was sitting, and moved to sit beside me on the chair I was sitting on. She put a hand on my back, and rubbed in circles. I leaned into her with my upper half. Hugging me, Gloria continued to coo at me and rub my back.

After about three minutes, I did something I never thought I would let anyone do: I handed Gloria my journal. I watched her turn to the bookmarked page. The page where it all began.