Okay, thanks to Pieface98 for actually giving me the idea of this story, while I was reading hers' 'What We Won't Admit.' She is an amazing writer!

Anyway, this is called 'Secrets and Lies'. Here's the full summary:

My name is Nina Martin. My best friend is Fabian Rutter, and his family lives right next door to mine. One day, he came over to my house with a bruise on his leg. He was limping. He told me he tripped down the stairs, and, lets just say, that even though I can't lie, I know when people lie. But I let it slide. Then everytime he came over, he had a new bruise. I get it, we all have secrets... I'm in love with my best friend, I admit it. And he loved me too, I just didn't know until almost too late.

HERE WE GO!

Disclaimer: I only own my plotline.

Nina's POV

~4 months later~

"Nina, Fabian's here!" my mom shouted down the stairs. (she has a mom and dad in this story, and maybe a sister later in the story.) I ran down the stairs and Fabian pulled me in his arms. My mom said that she and dad would be home by 11:00.

That's when I realized he was limping. He never limps, he's like made of metal, he never gets hurt.

"Why're you limping?" I asked. He looked down at his leg, and it was then I noticed that he has a bruise on his leg. "And what happened to your leg?"

"I was walking down the stairs, and I tripped and fell down the rest of the stairs." He said.

Again, I know when people are lying, even if I can't lie. Fabian was lying to me, and we promised we would never lie to each other. I couldn't believe that he was lying to me.

"Okay, then." I said.

So, I let it slide. Stupid of me; I know. After my parents left, we sat down and watched 'Baby Daddy'. (does anyone else watch that show? I love it!) When he left, at about 9:00, I knew something was up. And I needed to find out. After that, everytime he came over he had a new bruise. On his arm, leg, and on his face once. He was always using excuses; he was playing football with his friend, Mick and the ball hit him in the face, slammed his foot into the door, et cetra. I wanted to tell him how I felt, because I was worried about him, but I didn't know when.

And then, it was almost too late. The day I got called to the hospital from Fabians' mom. When I got there, she admitted that Fabian had been being abused by his dad, and she felt guilty because she never tried to stop it. An hour before, his dad stabbed Fabian because he was out later then he was supposed too, then his dad left, leaving Fabian to die. When his mom came home, she realized that Fabian had just a few seconds of life left, and took him to the hospital. I realized that I needed to tell him, just in case I'll never see him again. I took a deep breath and Fabians' Mom let me into the room.

She will tell him! I promise... Don't hurt me!

Kathryn