Our Little Secret

Chapter 19

Chapter19: Invisible

Alli's Prospective

"Hi," I waved at CeCe as Keaton introduced us. CeCe was taking me out to get my 

mind off of everything and just to talk because according to Keaton we have a 

lot in common. CeCe was gorgeous what did I have in common with her? "Ready to 

go?" she asked, "Yeah," I said startled since I was zoning out. CeCe grabbed 

hold of my arm and I cringed. She ddin't notcie. Thank God. That was the last 

thing I needed right. This was the first time in months so its ok I thought. We 

were walking down the boardwalk when CeCe broke the silence. "I'm sorry about 

your grandma, Alli." Even though I swallowed down the tears, I was afraid to 

speak. I didn't want her to think I was a baby like Keaton probably did. I just 

nodded. "I remember when I lost my sister. It- " I cut CeCe off. "Can we change 

the subject? I'm sorry its just that I - " I couldn't finish. CeCe pulled me 

into an alleyway, probably knowing that Iwould be embarassed. I liked her 

already. As she pulled me into a hug, my sleeve went up. I thought she wouldn't 

notice. That maybe it was too dark. She finished the hug and that's when the 

questions came. "Alli," she started. "I know it's wrong and alarming. You don't 

need to tell me that. I used to do it all the time, but I promise I've been 

clean for at least 5 months." I lost my control yet again and started crying. 

CeCe pulled ne into a deeper hug and rubbed my back. When we pulled away, I 

could see the tears in her eyes. She was different. I could tell she wasn't 

going to abandon me like all of my friends had done and even my family. "It's 

okay," she said. "I did it too." I held back a gasp.

We were sitting on the beach in the dark, looking at the stars. "Right after my 

sister died, everything went downhill for me. I cut, ran away, and tried to 

commit suicide. I always used to be so happy, but my world just fell apart. My 

friends left me and at times I thought my family did too, but they never really 

did. It was tough love for awhile. Until I met a boy." "Drew?" I asked. "No," 

she laughed. "It was a boy named Drake. He was my first real love and he helped 

me so much. He told me that I wasn't worthless and that it's okay to be upset, 

but at the same time  you have to remember to keep moving forward. My sister 

wouldn't have wanted to see me like that," she finished in almost a whisper.Wow. 

I didn't really know how else to react. She continued to tell me about her life 

and I was realized that our lives were so simialr, it was crazy. "It's amazing 

to know that I could end up like you, in a singing competetion in the final 6. I 

never thought about making it big, but you did." There were a few moments of 

silence between us. This was it. I couldn't keep holding this in and there was 

no one better to trust with all my secrets than CeCe.

"My parents are in jail," I started. I took a deep breath and continued. From 

there, all the words just flowed out. "My mom had me at 15 and my father didn't 

stick around. There was a different man every week. She finally met my so called 

Dad and things started to get better until he got drunk. He became addicted like 

my mom was to pot. They abused each other until my mom was knocked unconscious 

and the cops came. They both got arrested. Ever since then, I've been living 

with my grandma. No one else wanted to take me in. They probably knew what I 

would turn out like and I guess they were right. My grandma moved into my moms 

old house and theres a torn wall there. That's where my dad punched it so many 

times and where he slammed my mom into it until it broke. That's where my mom 

hid me when it got really bad. It's the only place I've ever considered safe. 

That's why it's not fixed. I still go in there sometimes just to feel that 

protection. I was bullied from pre school up til now. I never had the nicest 

clothes because my grandma couldn't get out enough to buy them. Ever since I 

could walk, I've been running away. Even in 3rd grade I ran. In 8th grade I 

began cutting myself until I met a boy that I thought would make things better. 

He made them worse. When I told him I cut myself and tried to commit suicide, he 

left. I haven't trusted anyone since. When I was 14, I began going to clubs, 

drinking, doing drugs, and sleep with a different guy every night. My grandma 

almost left me to. I guess she had tough love for me too. That's pretty much it 

mostly. Trust me, I could go on forever, but for now that's good enough." As 

soon as I was finished, I could feel a big weight being lifted off of me. I 

couldn't believe how easy it had been, talking to the stars. CeCe sat up. I 

could see the tears in her eyes. We hugged for awhile and just cried into each 

other.