chapter 3

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Chapter 3

It must of been a week or so later before he could go home unfortunately Tia and Tyler where coming to pick him up i was at home waiting around but i was safe now since Kyle was in prison. I decided to drive round there i parked in front of Dylan's motor bike as i steeped out i skipped merely like a five year old up to the door knocked and what a surprised Tia opened the door she glared " ow come in fatty" she spat at me i felt my eyes stinging up but i wasn't going to let it show as i walked up the stairs once again she tripped me up she snickered that's when the tears started spilling out of my eyes but i didn't let her see throw as soon as i got up i locked my self in the bathroom and let my tears spill.

When there was knock at the door i flinched because it reminded me of Kyle i knew it wasn't because he was in jail "lyla come out come out where ever you are" Dylan spoke through the door i put on a brave voice and replied "ill be out in a minuet" so i got up straighted my cloths a had to borrow some if Tia's make up to cover up my puffy eyes after about a minuet i unlocked the door i walked across the hall to Dylan's room when i stepped in he was just lying there listing to music so very carefully i slipped in to the room then pounced on him. He automatically reacted and started tickling me "PLEASE STOP IT I SURRENDER!!!" i spoke breathlessly he stared at me for a matter of seconds the spoke softly.

"Why didn't you tell me" i looked at him with confusion face he soon realised then he barley whispered "Kyle" i felt my eyes stinging " he threatened to Kill me" i whimper. I took about half an hour to tell him since i was crying so much i explained to him what he did to me how he hurt me, "i have told all this to the police but i haven't told anyone one thing but i had to tell someone so i was going to tell Dylan" i thought to my self. As i sobbed in to his chest "any thing else" he replied quietly "he...he raped me" i crocked he just held me there until i fell asleep in his arms like old times.

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