Iggy:

Dying? Max? What? Ella laughed and walked away. I sighed and walked back outside, to where Max was sitting.

"Hey.." I said, not sitting.

"Hey! Come sit." she said but I shook my head.

"I have to ask you something first." I said, making her look at me, worry in her brown eyes.

"What?"

"Ella said something...that you're just using me...because you're...dying?" I asked, pausing every few words. She looked down.

"She couldn't just let me be happy, could she?" Max muttered. "Um...yes and no."

I looked at her, confused. "Well, yes...technically, I am dying...I have...stomach cancer...but no, I'm not using you. I actually do like you..."

Stomach cancer?! I ran over and dropped next to her on the stairs. "Why didn't you tell us?" I asked

"I figured...that you would treat me differently...Ella and my mom did..."

"Oh..." I said, understanding.

"Yeah.." she replied and silence fell over us. But, it wasn't the awkward silence, like when I was with anybody else.

I looked at her, and she looked like something was on her mind, like she was debating with herself.

"Something wrong?"

"No...um, yes..." she said, still debating.

"What's up?"

"I can trust you...right?" I nodded. "Well, last night...when I got back to the house, I realized that I didn't actually have a key, Ella and my mom did. My mom, was working and El was with you...so I was locked out..." she trailed off.

"But...it was pouring. It was freezing cold rain!" I said. She nodded.

"I know..." she sighed. "but...the rain was not the worst of my problems...I was sitting outside of my house, when I heard footsteps and saw this guy standing right, there."

She pointed across the street.

"Eventually, he came over, and I noticed he was drunk...but when he did come here...he-he..." she stopped.

"Take your time." I said, calming her down.

"He. Raped me." she said. My eyes must've widened a lot.

"Oh my god! Are you okay?! Why didn't you tell us?!" I said, grabbing her hands.

"Because" she said, jumping up and off of me. "I knew you would react like that!" she yelled.

"I'm sorry..." I said, feeling bad. "It just shocked me...do you...remember what he looks like?"

"A little...I mean...it was nearly 1 in the morning...I know he was drunk, young, had black hair and it was kind of long..." she explained. It reminded me of someone...but who?

Hey, I know it's short, but I have really poor internet connection and I haven't slept in almost 24 hours, so this was the best I could do. Okay, thanks for the reviews!