I've got a bit of a longer chapter, but I don't find writing longer chapters particularly easy because I prefer doing each part of the story on it's own if that makes sense, so don't expect longish chapters all the time. With that said I hope you enjoy this chapter and thanks for all the reviews :) :P

Telling

I looked at the burnt toast and overcooked beans on my plate. I could usually manage most of it, growing up with mums cooking had made my stomach pretty strong but right now the thought of eating anything made my stomach turn.

I ended up just pushing it aimlessly around my plate letting it go cold before chucking it in the bin. I made my way towards the stairs and felt bile rising in my throat, I couldn't look, it made me remember even more, and I didn't want to do that. Back in my bedroom I set about cleaning the glass up, trying to keep myself distracted, but I couldn't really, could I?

I ended up stood in front of the mirror, terrified of what I would see when I took my onesie off, terrified of the sight of my broken body, but I needed to see, I had to.

I peeled the furry material off my body, feeling sick as I saw the finger shaped bruises that littered the top of my thighs and stomach area. There were dark marks at the top of my arms where he had held me against the wall. There was blood as well, dried now but still there. I needed to shower, I needed to get clean, I needed to feel a little less dirty.

I pulled my onesie back on before grabbing my towell and making my way to the bathromm, which was thankfully empty for once. I don't know how long I stayed in the shower, letting the scalding water cascade over me and try to wash away this feeling of complete and utter despair and pain, and it worked, kind of.

It calmed me, somehow, gave me time to get everything in my head straight, and I soon came back to the important question, should I tell anyone. I knew I needed to, I had to tell someone, I couldn't cope with this on my own. I came to the same conclusions I had earlier though, and I still had absolutely no idea what to do.

"Chloe! Get out, you've been in there ages! I need to shower." Robbie's loud voice and sudden banging on the bathroom door caused me to jump and pulled me out of my head.

I dragged myself out of the shower and wrapped my towell around my body. As I opened the door Robbie barged straight past me, his rough contact making me involuntarily flinch away, not that he noticed, he was too interested of something on his phone. That reminded me, I needed to get all my stuff from Jenna's at some point during the day.

Holly however came over with it all about half an hour after I had thought about it and told me that she and the girls would be hanging out around the folly, if I wanted to join them. I said I would, I just wanted about 20 minutes to get ready seeing as I was wearing my old grey trackies with a plain t shirt and hoodie.

I pulled on some black leggings, my grey shirt with a tiger on it and my black cardigan to cover up the bruises. I spent about 10 minutes applying my make up before I left the house, deciding to leave my hair natural, it wasn't like we were actually going out.

I actually felt almost normal while I was getting ready, maybe that was how I could get through it, just get on with my life and hope to forget it, that would be nice, just to forget everything.

When I got to the folly all the girls were already there, laughing and joking about last night and what they had got up to, and it wasn't long before all the questions started. Who was the guy I was with, why had I left early, why I didn't just ignore Robbie. They were starting to annoy me, they kept asking me stuff and I didn't want to answer it, because every short answer I gave was openign up another door in my head. If I had done one little thing differently, would I be in the position I am now?

They finally started talking about something else and after I had spent about 2 hours sitting silently I said my goodbye's and started to walk away, only to be followed by Holly.

"What's up with you?" She questioned, looking at me with a confused expression on her face.

"Nothing," I stated, "Why would anything be wrong?"

"Because, even though I haven't known you that long, you're really not acting like you usually do, so I'll ask again, what's wrong?" Holly replied.

"It doesn't matter." I said quickly, increasing my speed, but unfortunately Holly did as well.

"Well, it obviously does matter, otherwise you wouldn't be saying that." Holly pointed out.

"No it doesn't!" I suddenly snapped, spinning around to stare Holly in the eye, "I told you that nothing is worng, so leave me alone!"

Holly just looked worried and it was obvious that she was worried. "Just tell me what's wrong, I can help you."

"No you can't," I sighed, "And I can't tell you."

"Why not?" She questioned.

"Because," I swallowed the bile that had started to rise in my throat, "Because it hurts." My voice cracked at the end and I could feel the tears starting to well up in my eyes.

"What does?" She asked me softly.

I took a deep breath before I started talking, "Yesterday, when I was coming home, there was this guy..." I told her everything, and afterwards as tears streamed down my face she just held me like I was a little girl.

After I had finally stopped sobbing she asked me if I'd told anyone, and I told her I hadn't, and she said I should tell my mum, and I just shrugged, I still didn't know if I should tell anyone in my family. I got Holly to promise not to tell anybody, and then we walked home, and she told me that I should tell my mum.

I walked through the door, seriously considering sitting my mum down and telling her eveyrthing when I saw her putting the phone down in tears.

"Mum, what's wrong?" I asked, pushing aside any thoughts of my own pain for this moment in time.

"That was Joe, him and Lindsey, they've been in a car crash, and, and she's lost the baby."

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