She Wouldn't Tell✔️

Chapter 47🖤

The winter dance is approaching, and Chase keeps inviting me to accompany him as his date. He's been telling me every day how much he's changed and how much better he feels, and he's still sending me videos of himself taking his prescription every night. I'm not going to lie, a part of me wants to go to the dance with Chase, but the other part is concerned that if I give in so easily, he'll stop taking his medicine, and I really want him to know that I'm serious.

One night, as we were watching the comedy film Just Go With It, starring Adam Sandler, I told him that I would not be riding with him but would be his date. I don't want to get caught in a car with him in case he goes dark. He got it and gladly assisted me in deciding what color to wear.

We chose baby blue.

My mom took me dress shopping after school yesterday, and I found the most beautiful baby blue dress I've ever seen. It took us two hours, but when my mom shoved the dress into my hands and clapped her hands together, I knew we had a winner. The dress itself was not too long but also not too short. It falls just above my kness and is sleeveless, and I know Chase will adore it.

Kim and Sarah had separate dates, they are not dating the boys, they simply just accepted their invitation to accompany them for the evening. Kim chose purple for her dress, and Sarah, the most daring of the three of us in terms of fashion, chose yellow for hers.

It's now the night of the dance, and I'm starting to get nervous. Kim and Sarah are both unaware that I intend to dance with Chase tonight. I'll have to talk to Kim before we get there so she doesn't absolutely freak out. My parents had earlier asked why Chase wasn't my date for the evening, meaning why he didn't come pick me up. I lied and said he was sick and couldn't come. I'm not sure why, but I don't want them to know that he and I are no longer together in case I decide to be with him again once I see how much he has changed.

My mother shoved a camera in all three of our faces, forcing us to pose in so many different ways that my feet were already starting to hurt in these heels. My father was crying while he watched us, and I even heard him sniffle when we took a picture together.

Awe.

He can be such a softy at times.

We are on our way to the dance, and our parents had gotten together and rented us a limousine for the night, saying it would make them feel a little better if the dance had alcohol because they remember what it was like to be our age, and my parents didn't want me to get into another drunken accident but we are not complaining we are having a blast all sticking our heads out the type calling out our senior class year.

As we got closer to the school, after we sat back down and trying our best to fix our now messed-up hair from hanging our heads out the window, which was definitely not our greatest idea, I looked over to Kim, pulling in a deep breath before telling her about my intentions for the night.

"Kim. Before we get to the dance, I need to talk to you about something." I informed her softly, closing my make-up mirror and stuffing it inside my purse, trying to think out how I was going to explain this to her.

"What is it?" She asked, adding a small amount of crimson lip gloss to her lips before looking up at me, waiting for me to continue.

"You are aware that Chase is bipolar, correct? He didn't mean to hurt me, you know." I asked her quietly, hoping Sarah wouldn't overhear the conversation as she talked on the phone with her aunt.

"Yeah? What's the big deal?" She asked angrily, arching one of her brows to the ceiling and giving me a look that said she didn't want to talk about Chase.

"Kim, he's been taking his medication every night and seeing a therapist. He's a lot better than he used to be." I told her softly, trying to help her understand what I was saying and trying not to get upset at the attitude she is now giving me because I perfectly understand that she is only looking after me as one of my best friends.

"Raven, you can't know that. Fucking hell! He could be lying to you!" She snarled fiercely, her fury building with her words, and she looked at me as if I were foolish.

Maybe I am, but I have noticed Chase changing in recent weeks, and I know he is, I have watched it and I know he is not lying to me, not when I watch the videos of him taking his medicine every single night.

"I know Kim, because I've spent time with him. He comes over and watches movies with me, and he has never touched me in anger again. Every night, he sends me a video of himself taking his medication. I know he's not deceiving me." I tell her angrily, wishing she'd just stop with the attitude for a while, my own rage swelling inside my stomach.

"I'm not being a bitch, Raven. I love you! You're one of my best friends, and I never want anyone, let alone your own boyfriend, to hurt you. It's not right, Rave, and it's not right for you to ask me to keep quiet when I know he's hurting you. I don't care if he has bipolar disorder or not. That's not right!" Her tone was filled with frustration, as she snarled.

"I know Kim, I love you as well, but you have to believe me, okay? Kim, I love him. You know this. He has never had any intention of hurting me. He can't help himself, he can't control his moods when he's not on his medication. Believe me. I would never take him back if I thought his back was not taking them." I whisper to her, leaning over in my chair to grab her hands that she was squeezing together on her lap.

"Raven. Whatever. Fine. Do whatever you want, but I'm telling you right now that if I see that mother fucker touching you like that again, I'm going to tell your parents. I will not keep quite a second time, best friend or not. Not if I believe you are in danger." She moaned and leaned against the seat, her hands clamping around mine.

"Let's party bitches." Sarah sings out as she hangs up her cell phone, right before the limouse comes to a stop.