July 25, 2015
Dear diary
Elliott has been quiet lately.
He comes to the park with a new bruise every day now.
I can't help but be angry with him for acting as if it was okay. "Why don't you fight back?" I asked.
"She wouldn't want me to." is all he said.
The silence had my thoughts doubling, overwhelming me more than they naturally do on they're own.
He didn't want to talk so instead he handed me his book. "Tonight I want you to read the first three pages."
He only told me once. He didn't ask me to promise I would or swear on my word.
He trusted me.
