Speak Up: (Chandler Riggs)

Chapter 30

{I'm tired. I'm so tired.

I'm tired of the long days of senseless beating.

I'm tired of endless nights spent crying and bleeding.

I'm tired of people tearing me down to nothing, then I'm left to try to repair the pieces.

I'm so tired of the name calling and getting made fun of, not to mention the physical abuse also.

I'm so tired living in fear that one day I'll have no one, and I'll break down and no one will be there to help me.

I'm so fucking tired of everything that everyone has put me through.

I'm afraid.

I'm afraid of going off the deep end.

I just want to rest.}

Third Person Point of View

"Y-You," Kian smiled, his teary eyes staring into Bridget's, "cannot tell anyone about this."

Bridget's whole body shook of fear. Her lip was trembling and tears stained her cheeks.

"Do not tell anyone, okay!?" Kian yelled, his face turning red.

Bridget said nothing.

"Okay?!?"

She shook her head frantically and screwed her eyes shut. More tears leaked out.

"W-Why...did y-you d-do it?" she choked on her own words.

"Just forget it!!" Kian screamed in her face, gripping her wrists tighter. Bridget was beneath his strong body, struggling to get away.

"F-Forget what?" her mouth parted, a little playfulness in her words to maybe make Kian calm down.

He chucked, "good girl. Do not tell a soul, love." He planted a shy kiss on her cheek and loosened his grip on her scrawny wrists, letting her go.

"I think you should stay here tonight."

"W-What?" Bridget was confused.

"How do I know you're not gonna run off and tell your boyfriend Chandler, huh?" Kian glared at her.

"My boyfriend?! Chandler is not my boyfriend!" Bridget argued and her cheeks got red, but she got a feeling in her stomach at the thought of Chandler being her boyfriend.

"Oh come on! Look at you, you're blushing! You're basically his," he pointed out the obvious.

Bridget tried to hide a smile.

"I mean, it's not surprising," he began, with a smirk on his face, "the perfect guy gets the perfect girl. Just like in the movies, it all works out." Kian paced around his room. "I mean, why can't the not-so-perfect guy get the perfect girl? Why does everything have to be like it is in unrealistic movies and romance novels? Why do you have to like Chandler? Why can't you like me?!"

There was a moment of brief silence in the small room until Bridget spoke up, harshly. "You?"

"Yes, me."

"This is what this is all about? You liking me?! Kian, you have a girlfriend! And that person so happens to be my best friend. What is wrong with you, seriously?!" Bridget fired back, anger in her words.

"No!! I told you what I did, and felt this was a perfect opportunity to tell you that I like you," he said, kind of nonchalantly.

"You. Have. A. Girlfriend!" Bridget yelled.