Connor Ball...I need you...

Nothing...?

Lexi's POV:

I was just sat in the same spot thinking about all the wonderful times me and Jack had together. STOP IT!! I need to stop thinking about him! He hurt me. I never want to see him again.

There a was knock on my door followed by

"Lexi?" I guessed it would be Tristan. He's like another brother to me.

I didn't reply. He walked in anyway.

He came and sat next to me.

"Look. Lexi. Whatever it is, you need to tell us" Tristan said as I rested my head on his shoulder.

I didn't say anything.

"I want to help Lexi. We all do"

I still didn't say anything. I couldn't speak. The voices in my head were telling me not to speak and then shouting at me when I didn't. I was confused. I didn't want this feeling again. I hadn't been so depressed for nearly two years now and Jack had to ruin it for me didn't he? I didn't trust many people and now I don't think I can trust anyone again. Not after what's happened today.

I didn't realise I was crying again until I stopped thinking about Jack and came back to the real world.

Tristan was still sat next to me comforting me as best as he could.

I wanted to tell him. I really did. But I didn't know how.

I soon fell asleep in Tristan's arms.

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Tristan's POV:

I could tell Lexi was thinking to herself. She didn't even realise I was speaking to her.

I didn't want her to go back as she used to be when she was living with her mother and when she just moved in with us. It was horrible. She was depressed all the time. She stayed in her room and didn't leave unless she needed the bathroom. She hardly ate anything and when she did it was only a packet of crisps or an apple. She cut to take the pain away which only made it worse.
She was like this for a couple of months until she met Jack. She then became more sociable and me, Con and James got to know her really well.

I could hear her snoring and I smiled. She's so cute. Not in that way. She's like a sister to me.

I noticed she still had some scars on her neck from when her mother had abused her. Her mum hurt her in every way possible. The scars on her neck are from when her mum grabbed her neck and scratched her.

None of us knew she was getting abused until we saw the scratches. That's when we had to try and get her to escape from her mother.

Brad said his mum wasn't violent at all when he lived there and was really kind and the best mum ever. I wonder what happened.

Anyway.

I placed Lexi on her bed and pulled the duvet over her. I kissed her on the head and walked downstairs.

"How is she?" Brad asked.

"She's asleep" I replied.

"Good" Said Brad.

I just sat on the sofa thinking about Lexi and about if she does get worse like she used to be.......