THIS BOOK CONTAINS: TALK ABOUT SUICIDE AND SUICIDE ATTEMPTING, SELF-HARM, RAPE, ABUSE, AND STRONG LANGUAGE. THIS IS THE ONLY WARNING, AS I WILL NOT BE WARNING IN THE STORY, MAYBE IN SOME. (mostly because I will forget)
Calista Perez is a sweet and...
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Currently, I am sitting in my car outside the doctor's office for blood work. You may be wondering why I am not making a move to go in; it's because I am scared of needles, more like terrified.
It might be because my dad always said stuff like "If you don't do this, I'll give you a shot." He gave me this fear. My mom said it could be anxiety, but it can't be; I'm not ever really nervous.
I take a few deep breaths and put my hand on the handle to open the door, but I don't open the door. I groan in frustration. Then I see Alex walk, more like limp, in the doctor's office. My brows furrow in confusion, and all my thoughts that are about needles and my own appointment vanish.
I get out and follow him in. He's sitting in a seat holding his side with his head against the wall behind his seat. It's clear he's in pain. "Alex?" His head shot my direction.
"Elijah? Why- wince- Why are you here?" His eyes close, and his head lolls back to its original spot on the wall.
"Blood work. What happened to you?"
He bit his lip and looked over, but he avoided eye contact. He shuffles in his seat and holds his side. "Okay, please don't tell Calista or Gabi, okay?" That's how I know it's serious. He tells Cal everything.
I nod. "I won't."
"So ever since we got back here, Cal and I have been talking about getting lessons on how to defend ourselves,"
Oh, I understand it now. I nodded in understanding.
"But what she didn't know was that I know how to defend myself, I have since we lived with Caleb and Gabi."
Never mind, I don't understand. My nodding stops.
"What? I don't understand why you didn't tell Callie?" I ask with furrowed brows. "Wait, why did you let your dad beat on you instead of fighting back?" I ask back-to-back.
He sighs, but then that sigh turns into a wince as he moves uncomfortably, clutching his side.
"Callie," He sighs and closes his eyes. "She's going through things, and I-I don't want to drop something this big on her." He doesn't have a clue that I know what's going on with Callie.
He turns his head and looks at me. I can see the sadness he has when talking about Callie and the fear he has about Callie knowing. "Elijah, please don't tell her, actually, don't tell anyone."
"Okay, I won't, but what did you get hurt from?"
He shifts uncomfortably again. "I-I," He shakes his head, avoiding eye contact. "It's not that I don't trust you, but I can't tell you. I-I don't think- no, I know- you won't tell anyone but I, just can't." He looks over to me. "Don't be mad or hate me."
I'll admit, I'm not mad that he won't tell me because we all have things we don't want to tell anyone. I am kind of scared because Alex is an open book, well, to me and the group, Callie the most.
