Damaged Together

Chapter Five

I slowly walked down the path to Jesse’s car and I sucked in a breath, preparing myself for the questions I knew I would be bombarded with. I slid into the passenger seat and tried to look down.

“Hey! Sorry it took me so long to get here, my mom needed help with finding a couple boxes she’d misplaced.” He said looking at me. He noticed something was up, “Hey Lysa, what’s wrong?” he asked, concern obvious on his face.

I cleared my throat while looking out the window, “nothing.” I answered shortly not wanting to talk about it.

“Then look at me.” He said pulling my face up by my chin forcing me to look at him. I heard him suck in a breath taking note of my puffy, red eyes, “What happened? Was it your family?”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m fine.” He doesn’t need to know my weaknesses. I barely know him.

Jesse’s POV:

She walked out of her house and I felt my breath hitch in my throat. Shit, why did she have to be so damn attractive? She was wearing tight white jeans that showed off her tiny legs and a shirt that hugged her curves and showed off her stomach but she didn’t look slutty like most girls would have, she just looked so good.

 She gave me feelings I had never felt before. I’ve always been known to play girls and let them fall for me and leave them hanging. It was kinda a douche bag life style but I didn’t care. The girls put out anyways, wasn’t my fault for taking advantage of the situation.

But with Alyssia, she left me wanting more and not wanting her to leave my side.

She got in the car and I apologized for taking so long and then I noticed something was wrong. I became inquisitive; I wanted to make her feel better. It was evident she had been crying.

She said she was “fine” but the word fine never meant that someone was really okay. Fine meant she didn’t want to talk about it.

I didn’t ask Alyssia more questions but I grabbed her hand hoping to give her some comfort and I am guessing it worked because she held a tight grip on my hand and wouldn’t let go.

It made my heart beat a little harder. Fuck these feelings. I can’t be falling for a girl I have only known for a couple days… But I don’t think I am going to be able to help myself.

Alyssia’s POV:

Holding Jesse’s hand was the only thing keeping me from breaking down again. He gave me strength I never knew I had.

I wanted so badly to just skip school and leave this town.

I wasn’t wanted here nor did I want to be here. The day I graduate is going to also be the day I leave this hell.

It was miserable living here. A small town means everyone knows everything about you and news circulates fast.

When Ellie and I were in the crash people knew she was taking me to cheer practice and I caused us to swerve, so in everyone’s minds I killed Ellie. And I guess, it was true, I did kill Ellie.

I became the outsider of the town. I was hated. I got dirty looks. I got called means names. Especially at first. Now most people ignore me for the most part.

But I guess I deserved it, Ellie was the perfect daughter, one I would never live up to and I ended that life.

She got amazing grades, she had guys drooling over her, she was always respectful, she was the perfect daughter. She made everything hard to live up too.

In every way, shape and form she made my life a terrible experience. Because even though living up to the great expectations she made was difficult enough she also made me feel ten times worse about myself.

Well, her telling me the truth I guess. I began to remember one of the occurrences that happened right before her death.

*Flashback*

“Alyssia, just stop. You will never be pretty like other girls, just stop trying.” Ellie sneered.

“Ellie, stop.” I said, tears threatening to pour out of my eyes, she had recently begun teasing me about trying to wear makeup. I had put some on not really knowing what to do and she walked in and started to make fun of me.

It was a never ending cycle. “No, cause it’s funnier than hell. Do you really think you could ever be as pretty as them?!” She asked, laughing.

I ran out of the bathroom into my room and slammed the door.

I hopped onto my bed and cried myself to sleep.

*End Flashback*

I cringed at the memory and felt the lump in my throat began to grow.” Don’t cry Alyssia, don’t cry.” I started chanting to myself in my head.

I felt Jesse squeeze my hand a little harder and it snapped me out of my trance. We pulled up to school, fabulous. Time for another day in prison.

By lunch I was ready to go home. I couldn’t focus and I felt completely alone.

I was relieved to see that I had two classes with Jesse though.

He seemed to already have lots of friends and it was only his second day of school. I guess I can wave goodbye to that friendship. He was going to leave me like everyone else in the town has. But for some reason I felt a large pain in my chest while thinking about that.

It was probably just because I had told him such a personal story. Yes it had been printed in the newspaper and been reported on, but I had never willingly told people my side.

But for the first time I felt as if I could trust someone to keep my secret exactly that: a secret.

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Sorry it’s kinda boring. I had major writers block and I have a lot going on./:

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