The Blue Rose

Chapter 4

When we finally got to the Blue rose I told Derek everything. That my mother was a high maniac, that my father and my brother alway beating me and that I was always bullied at school and had no friends until he came along.

He looked at me with a long stare. I couldn't tell if he was amazed that I had survived or he thought I was crazy, and that I was a lying freak and that I should just get the heck out.

"So?" I asked. He finally blinked and said,

"Wow. How did you even....." He stopped. He started rubbing his face like he was stressed.

"Elizabeth, I'm not letting you go back there," he said forcefully.

"Derek, you don't understand. I have to go back. If I don't my father and or my brother will hunt me down."

"Your right Elizabeth, I don't understand. I understand this though, nobody ever should beat there daughter.......ever. Not even if you get angry or frustrated." He turned away. I herd him choke. Was he....about to cry? I never would have guessed that he was the emotional type. I didnt know what to do at that point. How are you suppose to comfurt a guy thats crying because of your problems?

"Derek...." I said softly."Its all right. Ive survived this long I think that I can survive a little bit longer. I will let my father know that once i turn eighteen I will be moving out of the house and into an apartment or somehting"

Derek finally turned around. You could see the stream of tears on his face. It wasnt like when a girl crys and she just bawls her eyes out. His crying was the type where it was just a little sob.

"When do you turn eighteen?" Derek asked.

"Well in about a month or so." I told him.

"That great! We'll start packing and..." He stopped and looked at me

"The thing is though...." i started saying.

"What?" he asked. "Whats the matter?"

I walked up just a little bit closer to him.

"I have to find a way to tell him without me getting hurt. I have to find the courage to tell him or..... im not going any where."

Thr thought of not ever leaving that horrible wretched place made me start to cry. I tryed to stop it because I couldnt control myself. I turned away from Derek and started bawl my eyes out. I was incredablly embarresed, it was like crying in front of the president of the USA for no good reason.

He came up behind me and touched my back softly. I was not expecting that. It sent chills down my spine. So this was what it was like to get touched by a man and not get hurt. I thought to myself. He slowly turned me around. He softly wipped away the tars on my face with his thumb.

"Elizabeth, you will get out of that place one way or another. I promise." At that he pulled me into his embrasse and I started to cry again. Derek is a real friend. Im hoping and praying that  he wasnt one of those friends who says that they love you and that they will never leave you. Ive had to many of those in my past and Id rather not have another one of those friends.

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