*Jordan's pov*
She was so warm, and even though I was scared and I didn't think that I was the right person for this I just can't help but wonder. Why me? Why did I have to go and bother with things that I shouldn't be bothering with?
She told me to leave her alone. She told me that getting involved with her was my worst mistake and yeah I'm scared but I don't think I would change a damn thing.
Having her here, next to me, is the most comfort I've ever felt in my life.
"Hey." She spoke softly after hours of her being silent and watching movies she finally looked up at me and spoke.
"Hi." I answered with a small smile.
"Are you okay?" I chuckled. She's asking me if I'm okay?
"You're asking me if I'm okay? You really are something else."
"You're shaking." She pointed out and there I felt it, her small warm hand on top of mine.
"Sorry." I apologized.
"What are you scared of?" I sighed as she sat up in front of me.
"Just yesterday you told me not to touch you and I thought it couldn't get any worse than that. But now here we are and I thought I would've been happy but I'm scared. You clearly have so much you're dealing with and all I could do is sit here and be useless."
"You're not useless." She reassured me.
"Well I'm not necessarily helpful."
"You are extremely helpful."
"I wish I could do more than just be here."
"That's not what you're scared of, not exactly. Tell me."
"I— I'm scared of saying the wrong things, or doing the wrong things and I just don't want to upset you and for some reason I'm angry. How could someone hurt you? What could you have possibly done to deserve anything like that?" Tears rolled down her face again.
"And I don't want to remind you or upset you but I just want to kill whoever did that to you—"
"He's already dead." I have to admit that caught me by surprise. "Do you want to know what happened?"
"I can't ask you to tell me that."
"I've been so closed off and I'm sorry I scared you. I'm sorry I am the way I am but at least I can give you the truth because you have been nothing but honest with me and I've never told you anything."
"You don't have to." I wiped her eyes.
"I want to." She got up and walked into the bathroom.
A minute later she walked out with a towel wrapped around her body.
"So umm... A year ago I met this guy and I really liked him, like really liked him, his name was Trent and I thought he liked me too but it wasn't all black and white. We dated for a while and then my happiness came to an end." She wiped the flowing tears away as she tried to continue but the tears chocked her.
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Troubled Life
RandomClara is girl who was used, abused, and hurt. She doesn't trust any guy she comes across and with good reason. She has nightmares that almost feel too real, and she's always self conscious. If only most people knew that behind that bitchy, fierce, a...
