Hi everyone, so here is your long awaited update, I am REALLY sorry about that, but I didn't really get feedback about it, and it is my fault that I got too absorbed in my other stories, and didn't check in on this one. Thanks so much!
the underlined italics are the journal
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.
Gloria POV
I took the journal and looked at it; I noticed the bookmark and turned to it… I couldn't believe my eyes.
5/17/12
I can't believe it… why would he do this to me? Why was he even there? He did this to me; he took everything away from me. I can't believe I know him… I can't believe anyone would do this to me.
I looked at Alex, tears slipped down her cheeks
I can't even bring myself to say or…write… what he did…h-he he raped me…
There was a sob. I looked over at Alex, but she wasn't crying like that, she looked up at me. This was when I realized that it came from me.
5/20/12 a week ago
It felt good. The razor. I dragged it across my wrist and the blood pooled on the tile in the bathroom. I did it late last night. So no one would be awake to see me. To…catch me.
He's come back. He came looking for Hayley. Mom let him wait upstairs in the room. What she didn't know is that he did it again.
I could only try to guess who she was talking about. He was looking for Hayley? That boy of hers? What is his name? She was still crying; so was I.
5/22/12 5 days ago
I feel nothing but numbness. The razor takes that away, even though the feeling is pain, it's still a feeling. There is also relief that comes with the razor. It is relief of everything. Instant relief from the world; an instant escape. It's a high that I can't resist.
I continue to read; though I am unsure whether or not I want to know what is in this book.
5/26/12 yesterday…
He was here last night…he did it again… it was the middle of the night. I went into the bathroom and cut again… it felt really good. Haley found my rag though…I told her I got a bloody nose last night but she didn't believe me. She went and got mom and I started crying, I told mom she wouldn't understand and went to the bathroom to relieve.
I couldn't believe what I was reading. She was…raped? She's cutting? How bad are…the…injuries?
5/27/12
Haley is yelling at me. She's saying that she knows I don't believe it, but that's she's here for me; she's telling me that I can talk to her. I can't tell her what her
It cut off. It must have been when she came over here. Did she walk the entire way? Surely no one drove her… "Alex…" I started; she looked up at me…a horrified look plastered to her face.
Alex POV
I could tell she was done when she looked over at me, tears streaked down her face but her make-up stayed strong. I was horrified; now that she was done, I couldn't believe that I'd let her read my journal…all but his name was in it: the cutting, the rape, the beating. "Alex…" she said, her voice cracked, cutting her off. She took my hand and led me into a bathroom.
No, no! This couldn't be happening! She wanted to see! "Alex" she said again, "roll up your sleeve." I stared at her, blank, I flinched the first time she reached out do it, and she reeled back. When he made her move to do it again, I only shrank, but I didn't flinch or jerk, and I didn't outright pull away. I let out a choked cry when her hand flew to her mouth upon seeing the first few inches of my arm.
Scratches, some pink and healing, some angry and red, laced around my arm, my wrist. She looked me in the eye, more tears spilling over her eyes. I watched as the first drop of beige colored tears dropped onto my jeans. More and more came after that and I realized what it meant: my make-up was giving up on me. I heard a loud gasp as a bruise began to reveal itself. "Oh, Mija…" she said before trailing. She swiped away some tears with her thumb, and looked at a bruise. I was awestruck, and I didn't know what to say.
I stood up; yep I was going to start running again. I walked out, earning a confused look from Gloria, "Where are you going?" she asked me, her voice intertwined with confusion, anger and sorrow, "Home" I told her bluntly.
"But, but you just got here, and I think we should talk some more, or at least you should let me look at some of your wounds, maybe fix them up a little bi…" I interrupted her, "No, and I would appreciate if this stayed confidential, give me three days to tell my mom, if she hasn't come to you and asked you if I told you, then don't tell her. If it's past three days, I would still rather you not tell." I grabbed my journal, clomped down the stairs and ignored her through the front door. I drowned out the sound of her yelling my name as I continued down the street.
Gloria POV
Uh oh. What am I supposed to do now? I mean, I know I should tell her mother or the cops, but I don't want her to hate me. Maybe I should tell her that I would give her the three days if she let me take a look at least at her stomach, and her back, and her arms. I kept calling after her, but she never stopped, and never turned around to acknowledge it.
Alex POV
I stalked home. I made my way through the front door to hear Hayley singing loudly in her room, the music turned up really loud; something she only did when no one was home. I tromped up the stairs and into our room. Halfway up, Hayley wasn't singing anymore. I stormed through the door to my room, and stopped to look around, where was Hayley? I swung around as the door slammed shut and backed myself into a corner, trying to become as small as possible.
I was scared, it reminded too much of…it. But it was just Hayley; I still couldn't help but be scared, it was the way she approached it all that scared me. She towered over me, looking less than amused, and even less happy.
"Talk."
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