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Chapter 6

Sidney's POV-

I drove Devon and I to school that next morning with all of her bags in my backseat and trunk. She had written her Dad a letter to let him know that she was never coming back, that she would never forgive her for what he had done to her and that she never wanted to see him again for as long as he lived. She also made a point to show me the letter and asked me for my opinion.

“I'd make a point to let him know that if he ever lays a hand on you or makes any attempt to contact you in any way, that you'd call the cops on his ass.” I tell her and so, she also added that little tidbit in for kicks.

My heart bled for my best friend. I felt the need to be strong for her despite my body telling me to just give into the sobs that were threatening to overtake my body. I honestly didn't know how she was getting by but all I knew was how strong the admiration for my dearest and oldest friend was becoming. By lunch time, Devon and I had decided to skip the rest of the day. There was no way I was going to sit in class, wasting my time with boring review when it was English class. Seriously! How hard could the final be?

We were hanging out in my room, reviewing some Biology when I saw Shane walk past my room for the second time. Before it became a third and then a fourth, I settled on getting us girls a few drinks and left for the kitchen. As I rummaged through the fridge, Shane came around to speak to me.

“Did you talk to her?” He asked me. I nodded and when we made eye contact, I put my two soda cans down on the counter and rushed over to him for comfort. All my pent-up emotions were pouring out into giant sobs.

“I. Can’t. B-believe.” I stammered through my tears. “I’ve. Been. S-so. Selfish. Of my. Feelings.” I fess up. It was true. All this time, it was all about me and Tony, how I looked, what I wanted to do and despite the fact that I knew something wasn’t right with Devon and hasn’t been for some time now, I still didn’t ask until I had a moment of jealousy. All because, while ditching my best friend, she and my brother bonded and had a moment that I hadn’t had with her in over a month’s time. Again, here I go with the selfishness. Argh! Shane just stood there, holding me and rubbing my back soothingly. He wasn’t asking questions, he wasn’t saying anything. It so wasn’t like him. I pulled back and looked up at him.

“Are you better now?” He asked me as he took my face in his hands and rubbed his thumbs under my eyes to dry my tears. I nodded.

“You knew something was wrong, didn’t you? That’s why you told me to ask her.” I cornered him. He nodded sheepishly. “Why do you know? Why did she tell you before me?” I asked. Old habits die hard, you see, and little old self-centred me took over again.

“Because I heard her cry, in the middle of the night, last weekend; because I forced her to say something.” He explained. I looked at him puzzled.

“You forced her?” I ask.

“You didn’t see the bruises like I did. She looked like she should have had a few broken bones and luckily, she didn't.” He told me.

“When did you see those? Hell, I never did and we’ve been sleeping in the same bed for two days.” I wondered aloud.

“I accidentally walked in on her in the bathroom as she was changing.” And he blushed. I couldn’t help but smirk at his reaction to his memory.

“Are you two done talking about me?” We hear. I turned to find Devon walking toward us. “I was wondering what was taking you so long and then I decided that I needed a break.” She explains.