Alice's P.O.V
After I finished cleaning the cuts and putting a long sleeve sweater, I went to lay on my bed.
My phone buzzed next to me.
I saw the ID. OLIVIA!!!
From: Olivia! :)
Hey gurl!!! Long that we don't talk!
I quickly answered.
To: Olivia! :)
I KNOW!!! I've been missing you like crazy? how's it going there in Scotland.
(O: OLIVIA. A:ALICE)
O: Neh.. it's okay... but it's not the same without you!! :(
A: Oh I bet you miss my crazyness ;)
O: Oh you can bet on it! haha.
A: Are you coming anytime soon?
O: Dad says that we could visit this weekend!
A: OMG! YAY!! If you do come, come over to mine Polly's coming!
O: I will!! and I would like to meet that Marcel friend of yours! ;)
A: Omg, Polly told you I like him, didn't she? No, I don't like him. But he's really nice though, you will get along with him.
O: Looking forward to that. See you then!
A:Bye! :)
I miss her so much. She's my best friend along with Polly.
I tried to get up from my bed, total failing at the beginning but then FREAKING SUCCESS!
I went carefully downstairs.
"Mum?" I asked.
"Yeah?"
"Can a friend come over tomorrow?"
"Sure, who is it?"
"Marcel, the guy who is driving me home everyday."
"Oh then it will be lovely that he comes over!"
"Thanks mum!"
---FRIDAY AFTER SCHOOL---
My whole body is still aching. I could manage to cover it though... Nobody has asked me.
I've been thinking on going to the doctor... No I hate doctors. I'm not afraid of them but... I don't feel comfortable around them.
I made my way to Marcel who was standing there with a big smile.
"Ready to go?" He asked.
I nodded.
"Look Ashley, the geek found a girlfriend! Oh no...I don't think he doesn't even know how to talk to her" A voice in the background exclaimed.
Marcel looked down ashamed.
"Don't listen to them, Marcel. Let's go."
He nodded and opened the car door for me.
Once we were both inside, we put our seat belts on.
"H-how's you're back?" He asked, not taking his eyes off the road.
"Uh?... it's fine"
He nodded.
Once we arrived he turned off the engine, took off his seat belt and went to open my door.
He's so sweet.
"Thank you."
He smiled.
I went to open the front door with my spare key.
I noticed a post-it on the door. It read:
Alice,
I'm going out with a friend from work,
There’s food in the fridge.
Love,
Mum. xx
"Well, seems like my mum's not home" I announced to Marcel. "Let's go rebel! Le'ts brake things and steal my mother's credit card!"
He freezed and his face turned pale.
"I was joking Marcel, Light up!"
He relaxed.
"Make yourself home" I said.
He nodded.
I made my way to the kitchen to see what my mum have left for us to eat.
There was a box of pizza on the kitchen table.
"MARCEL!" I yelled from the kitchen.
In matter of seconds, he bursted into the kitchen. "WHAT? WHAT HAPPENED?" He searched for the incident that could have happened that made me yell.
When he saw nothing was wrong he frowned.
I started laughing at his reaction.
"W-what?" He asked.
"Sorry, it was so funny." I said. "I wanted to ask you if you like pizza?"
"Yes" He laughed. "Yes I do."
I smiled. I heard him laugh.... I love his laugh.
I grabbed two plates and put a slice of pizza on each one.
I handed one to Marcel.
"So.." I said. "Do you want to catch a movie or something?"
He nodded and followed me to the TV room
"What movie would you like to see?" I asked.
"Whatever you want, it's okay"
"Okay what about.... Grown ups?!?" I asked.
"Yes!!" He said excited. "I like that movie."
"Well, it's on!!"
I put the DVD on.
We laughed the hole film.
"Omg he's and idiot." He laughed at the movie.
"Yes"
There was a part where I couldn't contain my laughter, I started laughing non stop.
I lay my back on the couch.
Once I stopped, I turned to see Marcel. He looked like he's seen a ghost, he was really pale.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
He didn't reply, he just stared at my tummy.
I looked down at it. mu sweater had lift up a little.
Omg... he saw the scars and bruises.
I was about to tell something when he took my arm and lift up my sleeve, revealing scars and bruises as well.
He started shooting me with questions.
"Are you being abused?"
"Are you being bullied?"
"Do you cut?"
"Do you self harm?"
"Please tell me you don't cut."
"Calm down!" I said. "No, I'm not being abused or bullied nor I cut or self harm"
He sighed in relief.
"T-then... what is it?" He asked concerned.
"I-I...." Well I think I will have to tell him.
"It was Fred."
"Fred?"
"Y-yeah... remember when I kicked him because he was bothering us?... well he kind of...yeah.." I concluded.
He took a minute. He seemed deep in thought.
"W-why didn't you tell me?"
"It would make you feel guilty." I answered.
And for the first time in 3 weeks... he hugged me.
I hugged back.
"I'm sorry... I-i'ts my fault."
"No it isn't" I assured him.
"So that's why he told me I was next.." He said breaking the hug.
"H-he told you that?"
"Yes..."
I thought about it a minute.
"Well maybe if we stick together... you know, you, Polly and I and stay in public places.... he won't hurt you"
"Maybe..." He said.
"About your cuts and bruises..." He said changing the subject. "Y-you need to go to the hospital."
"NO!" I yelled. He gave me a strange look. "I mean no... That will lead my mum knowing and I'm not comfortable around doctors."
"But--- Well my uncle is a doctor and he taught me some thing last summer..."

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