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I used to watch her from the bleachers. She would smile as they lifted her of the ground. I sometimes wondered what she was thinking behind that smile- if she were truly happy and enjoying herself or if she were only happy because in those few moments, she was flying. She always seemed happiest off the ground like that, pouting a little again as her feet touched down. I used to bring my notebook and write down what I thought her face was saying.

Once, some of the others caught me watching them. That's when they all began to call me a lesbian and say that I was only watching them because I liked to see them in their skirts. She didn't defend me, not that I imagined she would, but I did notice that in these times, she didn't join in with them. I used to try and egg her on, to see if I could make her smile at my expense. But to my surprise, she would simply walk away. Her friends defended her, saying that she was too good for the 'likes of me', but I saw something behind her eyes. What it was, though, I still couldn't tell for sure.

I continued to watch them at their practices, bringing my notebook along. I tried my hand at drawing her faces, to maybe see if I could analyze them more later. I found the more I did this, the more I really enjoyed it and found her beauty. Her eyes seemed to become more and more empty as the days passed, yet still I hadn't approached her…

Late one night, I became inspired. That was the night that I climbed out of my bed and stole my fathers' truck to speed to her house. Just as I was pulling up, I heard it. A screaming that sounded faint, but grew as the front door of her house opened. She came stumbling out, her blonde hair a dirty mess. Her parents were standing in the doorway, her mother half-heartedly holding her father back. Somehow, she felt the urge to look up. Our eyes met, and I saw the blood trickling down her forehead before she looked away. Was she telling me to leave? Why would she have wanted me to stay? I could only have made it worse. I sped away, not wanting to look back and see the pain on her face again. I chanced one look up in my mirror to see her being hit by her now free father. I wondered if I had only made it worse as I cried and returned to my house.

The next day was Sunday. I wouldn't be seeing her at school because it was the weekend, and I was too afraid of making things worse for her to return to her house. I lied in my bed all day, wondering what she was going through or why this would be happening…

Monday, I saw her at her locker. A bruise peeked out from under the long sleeved sweater, but she quickly pulled it down. I wondered if I had imagined it… Approaching her slowly, I gulped. "Quinn…?" I chanced, my voice quiet.

She looked up, her once bright, green eyes were hollow from lack of sleep. Something else was wrong with them, but she looked down too quickly for me to really see. "Berry…" Her voice was a little rasp. I saw yet another bruise peeking out from one of her golden locks.

"I… I wanted to talk to you about Saturday…" A tear gathered in my eye, but I quickly blinked it away. I felt as though I needed to be strong for this girl. "About what I saw, or… think I saw."

"That was you?" Quinn kept her head and eyes low. Turning back to her locker, she fumbled for something inside of it. I couldn't see exactly what she was doing, but she stopped after a moment and pulled out her Spanish book. Before she could grasp it enough, it slipped and fell from her fingertips. She stood there for a moment and sighed.

When I saw that she wasn't making any attempt to pick it up, I bent down. "I'll get it." I stood and held the book out to her.

After a moment, she slowly reached out and gingerly took the book from my outstretched hands. "Thanks, Berry…" She didn't look at me as she slowly put another book in her arms back into her locker. I noticed that there was something different about this book than the one I held in my own arms even though it was for the same subject, but again, it was gone before I could notice. "What is it exactly that you want to talk about? You saw something that now you feel like you should come and make me feel better about? What makes you think that you can?"

I shook my head. "N-no… I just thought… I wanted to tell you that if you ever need to talk, I'm here, Quinn."

For some reason, this seemed to stop her. She looked up and forward at her locker a little bit before looking back down. She closed her eyes and a look of pain seemed to faintly play at her features. "Meet me here after school, alright? But do not mention this to anyone, Berry. I could end whatever you think you have at this school in a matter of seconds." She slammed her locker and walked in the other direction slowly.

Noticing that at some point the bell had rung while we were talking, I watched as she walked away from me in a bare hallway. I nodded to myself. I wanted to help this girl. She was hiding secrets from the world, but all I wanted her to know for sure is that she would always have someone that she could talk to. I may not be her best friend, I might never have been that, but I was someone she didn't have to hide things from… Everyone could use that.

During school for the rest of that day, I tried to think of things to say to her, but my ideas flowed too quickly and when I tried to think of them again, they wouldn't come back just right. I thought about maybe just trying to make it up as I went when I actually talked to her… But how do you approach asking someone if their parents beat them?

I saw her throughout the day. The Latina and her girlfriend that were also on the cheer team never left Quinn's sides. She never seemed to be looking at anything. She kept her head low and let her friends make her way through the halls.

My heart broke as I wondered if they knew her secret. Little did I know that I didn't know as much as I thought I did…

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