Chapter Twenty-Nine ~How long is it?~

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Caitlin's POV

Noah seemed to be pretty upset when he saw me and Dan. We weren't doing anything wrong, I guess it's just that he can't see a boy actually treating me right. I mean I haven't had good experiences, and Noah's been with me through all of them. I think he thinks it's his fault, and he blames himself for what happened, but it's my fault. I'm the one who should have been a better girlfriend, I deserved it.

It's not like I cheated on Brian or anything, I would never do that. I know how horrible it feels, seeing as it has happened to me. It's just that I should have called when he told me to, made him lunch when he yelled at me to. And I didn't. Which well as you can tell resulted in these marks, but I can see now that I deserved them. I deserved to be scared for life.

I looked up at Dan, I could tell he was scared. My brother will do that to you. I placed a hand on his arm.

"Hey......I'm sorry." I said.

"Caitlin... What did he mean by scars." He said.

Oh god. I should of known he be smart enough to pick up what Noah had said. I just hoped he was too scared to hear it. This was the last question I wanted to answer. I took my hand off of him and placed it on my stomach where my scars are.

"I don't want to talk about it." I said looking at the floor.

"Did someone hurt you?" He asked pointing to where I was holding my chest.

"Dan, please don't. I don't want to talk about it." I said hoping he wouldnt investigate closer.

Without saying a word, Dan placed his hand over mine, that were holding my chest. He began to rub my hand softly.

"You don't have to tell me, but just know all I want to do is help. I'm here for you Caitlin." He said bringing a tear to my eye.

I knew now that I could trust him. That I could sadly bring him into my depressing life. That he could know my secret. My secret life of abuse. I lifted up my shirt just far enough so he could see some of my scars, and I saw the pure terror and compassion in his face. It was too late to pull back now, my life had already sucked him in. And how long was it before it came crumbling down?

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