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I'm that one who started writing a story, didn't know what to write, so went indoor skydiving & rode on the biggest roller coaster in europe instead of writing!
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anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter!
it's took me ffooorrreevvveeerr to write it!
(and also MAHOOOOSIVE kudos to my friend, Becky, who's being lovely and is proof-reading my story from now on so I'm not grammatically incorrect:L)
I hope you enjoy the suspense :3

I looked over once more at my Mom, with tears of joy filling in her eyes, like they did that night when I was 3, except an anger clouded over my mind. Why should I suffer? Why should no one know? Why should I hide my secret? And that's when I decided. I was going to tell Jo. Tonight.

I looked over to the fluorescent orange sofa, in which she was sat, laughing and joking with our friends. If I didn't tell her tonight, then I know she'd never trust me. Not if he burst in at any moment in time. He could just walk right through the door, right at this moment in time, and ruin my whole future. Everything I did would be judged just because of the mistakes he's made, and the path of destruction that it's left behind is too much to cope with, especially now.

I breathed in, puffing out my chest, making me appear stronger than I already am. 'I'm strong,' I thought, 'I can do this.'

Unlike most people, opening up to someone who you trust has always been a hard thing to do. Ever since he left, I've been terrified of loosing loved ones, and people who I consider as my family (even though we're not related in any shape, or form). I'm scared that they'll judge me, for the mistakes I've made or been a part of, so this is a very new experience for me. Right now, I could cry. I've bottled up all of these emotions inside me for what feels like centuries, I'm scared they'll leak out. I mean, we're not famous, I've only been in this humid town for a few months, but inside I've been worried about this since we was offered this amazing opportunity. But I know Jo. There's something different about her which doesn't make me feel like I'm in this situation alone. I really trust her, and I really like her too...

I think it's time I admit two things tonight. 'No pressure or anything.' I mumbled to myself, staring at the pretty blonde girl, who's eyes now met with mine from over the crowded room. As she continued to look at me, a smile grew on her face, as quickly as one did on mine.

I knew I had to act quickly. I need her to know. 'But if I go over, people will get suspicious.' My mind thought, over processing the situation which lay ahead. I slid the phone out of my pocket, which holds so many bad memories, and eagerly searched through my contacts until I got to 'J' and then carefully went through the peoples numbers installed on my phone. Jenifer 1, Jenifer 2, Jennifer 3, Jenny T, a-ha! The words 'Jo' was highlighted within a white rectangular box across her name and number, which appeared in black, and her picture, which was to the right of the screen. 'I can do this,' I reassured myself 'I'm brave.'

I dragged my fingers and forced myself to push the 'write message' button. As the screen suddenly went white, filling it with black lines like that on a note pad, my fingers furiously typed like they never have before. It's like they were possessed by my emotions, controlled by my every thought and anguish of pain. As quickly as I had started, it was sent. My phone then vibrated in my fearful grasp. As I stared at the name highlighted on my screen, it said 'Jo', like it had done seconds ago, and in little letters underneath it said 'delivered'. Most people often wondered why I set my phone to receive delivery reports, but I love to see who's got their phone on, and who's not, just so I can be sneaky and see how quickly they check their phone.

My eyes panned across the room, from my phone back to the orange sofa where they had begun moments earlier, as I stared at the blonde haired girl, reading the text she had received, knowing it was from me. The letters, which formed words that I had just typed span through my mind like a hurricane, as I replayed the text, knowing it was going through her mind too.

I knew that right this second she was reading 'Hey Jo, I need to talk to you right now. It's really important! Could I meet you by the PWP (which is the code that's has been circulating by text throughout the hotel for 'Palm Woods pool') in 10? Kendall x'. 'Was it too much?' I thought, as my legs turned to jelly.

As I continued to look at her, her head arose from the light provided by her phone, and her eyes locked into mine once more. Her head nodded. Just once. I nodded back, with my lips creasing slightly at the edges, I knew that this is it. My jellied legs began to take me towards the door, until a smaller woman with brown hair stopped me. 'Where are you going Kendall?' my Mom asked, smiling as if everything was perfect. 'Just out for some fresh air, Mom' I replied, smiling back, 'I'll be back before you know it!' I reassured her, opening the door and making my way towards the not-so-famous Palm Woods elevators. I walked inside the metallic box, pushed the 'ground floor' button, which lit up as soon as I pressed it, and my heart began to race. This was it, the moment I had been avoiding for all this time.

Thoughts of dread and regret clustered in my mind as the memories of my childhood as the black and blue scars of pain and misery flooded back to me. I felt trapped. Physically and mentally. A loud 'Ping!' echoed throughout the metal walls as the doors slid open, revealing a quiet and peaceful lobby. The sound of my footsteps ruined the calm atmosphere as I made my way outside to the pool, and sat down at my usual table. My eyes flickered towards the moon, which was now faintly visible in the mid-afternoon sky, behind clouds and the light radiating off the sun. The pool had never felt this tense and awkward. A place which had normally been filled with joy and happiness was now associated with the pain which has been growing throughout my childhood, and my memories and experiences were about to unfold, and spill out across the cold, hard slabs of concrete which was formed into tiles by the Palm Woods pool.

I only hoped they wouldn't leave a stain.

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