There's a ghost upon the moor tonight
Now it's in our house
When you walked into the room
It's like the sun came out
And the day is clear
My voice is just a whisper
Louder than the screams you hear.
Start of time - Gabrielle Aplin
So Chrissy finally had someone to talk to. Someone to cry to when shit happened. And that person wasn't me. It was Zan. I watched them sneak around, in school and talk in hushed tones and sometimes she'd break down. And I felt bad.
I felt alone.
I felt like I'd been downgraded to the third wheel level and that sure did break my heart.
But I didn't say a word and I didn't ask either. I just let them.
Then one day, he'd come over to hers the usual way, through the window. She was laid on her bed, her face in the pillow, sobbing her heart out. And it broke his heart knowing that there was nothing he could do for her.
As soon as he sat down on the bed beside her, he heard footsteps, and since she wasn't allowed to have visitors, he hid in the wardrobe and watched from inside.
He watched Max walk into the room and sit down next to her. He whispered something to her ear but she didn't move. Then he turned her so she was now laid on her back.
He watched Max climb in between her legs and push her skirt up. She didn't try to fight him. She just laid there and wept uncontrollably.
He watched his girlfriend get raped by her uncle. He wanted to lounge towards him from the wardrobe, but then he remembered he wasn't supposed to be there.
He sat there, watching, not blinking at all, memorising every bit of the event unfolding before him. Striving to keep his anger in check and also his aching heart.
Then he watched her uncle leave when he was done and Chrissy cried even harder.
And as he crawled out the window, he did something he knew he wasn't supposed to do. Something he knew that Chrissy would flip if she found out. Something that if he wasn't careful, could dig her grave even deeper.
But it seemed like the right thing to do. So he ignored the warning in his head and threw away all cautions. Pulled out his cellphone and made the phone call.
"I'd like to report domestic abuse and sexual assault."
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The Diary Of A Broken Teenage Girl
Short StoryThe night Chrissy had watched her father beat her mother to death had been implanted in her head. And everyday, she put on a fake smile to cover up fact that she was breaking on the inside. She used a lot of makeup to cover the physical evidence of...
