Saving Ally

Chapter 10

--Ally Christian

    "I don't want to do this, this is hard," Drew whines. I roll my eyes, "You're being a baby."

    He smiles, probably because I'm not stuttering. We're sitting in the library in my school and, other than the librarian, we're the only ones here. We're in the very back of the library so the librarian can't hear us. We've been studying science for thirty minutes now, but only have 3 out of 10 questions done. I scoot closer to him with my textbook in my lap. I look up and him and see that he's grinning. "What?" I ask him.

    "Scoot on closer to me," he growls and wiggles his eyebrows. I roll my eyes at him and mumble, "You're so childish."

    I open the textbook back to the page we were working on, "Now, lets get back down to business shall we?"

    "No," he groans, "I hate science!"

    I giggle at his sudden act of childishness. He grabs my textbook out of my hands and closes it while standing up. He holds out his hand for me, but I just give him a look of confusion. "Come on we're taking a break," he says.

    "Oh how could you!" I shout sarcastically.

    He lifts an eyebrow so I continue, "I don't wanna take a break we're so good together. Is this because of that other girl?" I gasp dramatically and put a hand on my chest, "You cheated on me didn't you!"

    "Oh stop that Mrs. Dramatic. Lets go get some ice-cream." he sighs and rolls his eyes.

    "Look who's not Mr. Fun anymore," I say and grab his hand. He pulls me up with so much force that I run into him, my face colliding with his chest. I take a step back, feeling my cheeks heat up from embarrassment. He grins at me and picks my backpack up. "I-I d-didn't mean to d-do that," I stutter.

    "Of course you didn't," he says and winks at me.

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    We sit at a table in the ice-cream store, my double chocolate chunk ice-cream sitting on the table in front of me looking as good as a model. When I take a spoonful, I feel like melting. I always come to this place, because this ice-cream is so delicious. I watch as Drew scoops up some of his mint chocolate chip ice-cream and licks his lips with satisfaction. He looks at me and asks, "So, lets play twenty questions."

    I nod, "Okay, I'll go first. Do you have any siblings?"

    He shakes his head and smiles proudly, "Only child. Do you have siblings?"

    I nod, "One sister. She lives in Chicago. Are you and only child of one parent or two parents?"

    "One parent," he deadpans, his smile turning into a frown and his eyes making its way to the table. I can't help but feel bad for him so I say, "Me too."

    He looks up at me and I give him a sad smile. "What happened to your other parent?" he asks.

    "She died. I live with my stupid father," I spill before I can stop myself. I look down at my ice-cream, taking another spoonful. "I'm guessing you don't like your dad," he says. I feel the anger and fear bubble up in me. I remember when he slammed me up against the wall and screamed in my face. I remember the pain that ran through my body.

    I feel my hands tighten up around my spoon, so tight that it hurts. I feel my eyes sting as tears poor out of them. I keep my head down hoping he won't notice. Seconds later I feel arms wrap around me. I jump for a second and I start to shake. "Ally it's okay," Drew says. I move closer to him and let the warmth of his body cool me down. Once the tears and the shakiness stops, I lean back and look up at Drew who has a concerned look on his face. I look back down and before I can stop myself I say, "My dad hurts me."

    I bite my tongue, regretting what I said. I wish I could go back in time and stop myself from saying it, but it was too late. It was out. My words floating around in the air around Drew and I. I don't even 100% believe what I said. I don't know if he hurts me physically, and I don't know if he doesn't. I actually wasn't expecting that to come out of my mouth.

    I look up at Drew after a moment of silence to see what his reaction is. His eyes are filled with worry and concern and I can almost hear his brain working. I bet he wants to ask me millions of questions, but I know he's not wanting to make me cry again.

    I wait for a second, waiting for him to say something, but he never speaks. He just looks down at the table. His body is more tense than it was and he's pulled me closer to him. I open my mouth to say something, but I don't know exactly what to say.

Did I just ruin our friendship?

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