Days past by quickly, I avoided Alfie and Willow. Neither of them even had a clue that I was back. I didn't really think about Walfie. All that was on my mind was that Mick knew. Yeah, he was like my brother, but that doesn't mean that I'd want him to know.
I'm pretty sure that I am slowly going crazy. Not knowing what Mick is doing with my secret. It really was scaring me. I was staying eerily silent, and I avoided everyone at all costs, but I never went to far away from Mick, keeping an eye on him was like keeping an eye on my secret.
I was in my room listening to One Direction and bopping my head along to the beat when Mick walked in. I pretended that I didn't notice him walking in, being careful to shut the door behind him, and then pulling the headphones from my ears.
"We need to talk," he stated.
"Is this what I think this is about?" I asked.
"If we are thinking the same thing than yes," he started, and I nodded. "Look Amber I'm not going to tell anyone, but you need help."
I looked up at him. I was relieved, but I can tell that fear showed across my face. I didn't really need help, did I?
"And I'm prepared to help you."