Dear Diary: It's A Secret

Dear Diary: Chapter 6

February 12th, 2015

Dear Diary:

When I first came here I used to keep track of time, hoping that now any minute one of my family members would come for me, and this nightmare would be over.

Yet, it never happened. They never came, and I lost track of time. Soon everything around me was confusing, but if it hadn't been for Tyler I would never remember the date or time. It was because of him that I counted every minute of French class I would have to spend with him. It was because of him I kept track of the day only to remind myself it would all be over soon.

And perhaps we would all be friends again.

However that day never came, and as the days went by I never expected it to. With every passing minute hatred for Tyler grew inside me, and now even if he asked for forgiveness- which he would never do- I won't forget him, or his torture.

My best friend, Paisley turned against me, she joined hands with Tyler, and at the end of it all, when it was all finally over she expected me to forgive her.

How could I? How could I forget what they did to me? How was I suppose to forget that all my friends turned against me for something I never did?

That was when I decided feelings would only hurt you. The more you love someone the harder it would get to see them leave.

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*Flashback To When Serena's Father Left Them (6 Years Ago)*

I hugged my knees, hiding behind the stairs, while listening to my parents bicker about something. This was their usual thing, yet today it seemed worse.

"Why do you always do this?" My dad demanded, slamming his fist on the coffee table.

I jumped back as a cup fell to the floor shattering into small pieces. My heart drummed loudly against my chest, my hands trembling from fear.

"You and that woman have ruined our lives," she spat, her voice cracking in the end. Tears ran down her cheeks, her eyes puffy from all the crying, and her nose red. "You will never be happy, never. After everything you did, how do you expect me to forgive you?"

I pressed my hands against my ear, turning out my dad's cussing at my mom. My dad stormed his way to the kitchen, searching the cabinet for something. I held my breath, crossing my fingers while watching my father.

It couldn't be that he was planning to kill my mom, could it? I had seen in movies how while fighting the husband kills his wife. There was no way I would want my dad killing my mom.

My dad walked out of the kitchen, glaring at my mom.

"I'll just end all of  this for once," he whispered, danger radiating off of him.

"W-what, are you going to, huh?" My mom asked, her composure confident, but the fear in her voice couldn't be missed. "Hit me? Or even better kill me?"

My dad growled, "No, I'll just leave this house. Then you will be happy. At last I would be away from your stupid arguments."