The Diary Of A Broken Teenage Girl

6 (And Then He found Out)

Older chests reveal themselves
Like a crack in the wall
Starting small
They grow in time.
We all seem to need the help of someone else
To mend that shelf of too many books
Read me your favourite line.
Older Chests - Damian Rice.

  It had been a really long day at school and all Chrissy wanted to do was slump on her bed and rest, feel sad, hate herself, cry, fall asleep and probably die from it.
 
  But the moment she stepped into the house, her hopes of the possibility to fall asleep had crumbled.
 
   "Just the person I've been waiting for," Max exclaimed when she walked in.
 
  She resisted the urge to roll her eyes and sass at him.
 
  "To my room," he ordered and started for the stairs, not waiting for her.
 
  Chrissy stood where she was, hoping. Just hoping. That Aunt Gina would say something. But nothing.

  She looked at her, searching for proof. Even if it was the tiniest bit. That she wasn't in support of this. But her face remained impassive. Like she didn't care.

  And Chrissy's heart fell.

  "Now Chrissy!" Max yelled from the top of the stairs.

  Chrissy stared at her aunt with pleading eyes. Begging her to at least say something. But nothing.

  Just as she started timidly towards the stairs, she heard the door bell and Aunt Gina went to answer the door.

  And for a minute, Chrissy felt ad though her luck was about to change.

  Then she heard the argument at the door, with Aunt Gina and knew without being told, exactly whom it was.

  Zan.

  It gladdened her heart thinking. Just thinking of the fact that he was probably there to save her. But just as she was about to start towards the door, she felt a hand smack her from behind, and before she remembered what was going on, she was being dragged by her hair, up the stairs.

  Chrissy screamed so loud her throat was sore. Hoping, just hoping that Zan or any other person heard her and came to her aid.

  But no one did.

  And she felt alone.

  So alone.
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  The next morning, Chrissy had put on her school face, which consisted of way too much makeup, a fake smile and a fake attitude. She'd gotten so used to pretending, it didn't feel so fake anymore. It felt more like a life style. Be an excited princess in public and a depressed girl who sometimes feels like dying, in private. Wow! Sounds like a plan.

  She smiled and nodded at people in the hallway, even though her cheeks hurt from all the slaps from the day before. I still wonder how she managed to keep that up. But then, i guess she knew she had to, because if her smile so much as faltered in public, she'd be paying heavily for it.

  When she spotted Zan, her smile almost faltered. He knew. But she tried her possible best to keep the smile.

  "Hey you," she chipped.

  Zan shook his head, staring at her in disbelief. "Do I look stupid to you?" He asked.

  She tried to keep up the act. "What are you talking about?"

  Zan glared at her. "Drop the act, Chrissy!" He snapped.

  Chrissy flinched.

  "I know everything," he continued. "I know that....."

  Chrissy stretched up and pressed her lips against his, to keep him from spilling the juicy gossip to the public.

  Zan got angry and shoved her away from him, in a manner that didn't look too aggressive to others. He glowered at her.

  She glanced around her, then she dragged him into an empty classroom. "You can't tell anyone," she gushed out.

  "Why?" He asked, folding his arms and sitting on the edge of a desk.

  Her lips quivered as she tried to keep herself from breaking down. She bowed head to keep him from seeing her face.

  "Chrissy, that place isn't safe for you," his said a lot calmer this time. He wasn't shooting her death glares anymore and definitely wasn't shoving her.

  "Don't you think that I already know that?" She intended to snap but had choked out instead.

  She fought to keep the tears from falling. At least not her, right now.

  "You can't tell anyone," she said more pleadingly this time. "Not even Zoey."

  Zan shrugged. He'd do anything for her. Including keeping her deadly secrets.

  And that was how Zan started keeping Chrissy's secrets.