Speak Up

Three

"Don't tell anyone about this." He said to me, after a silence that seemed to have lasted forever.

Did he know who he was talking to? If I was going to tell anyone about this then why wouldn't I have told anyone about him bullying me. I certainly would have said something to my teacher in that case.

"If you tell anyone about this then I will hurt you badly." He said looking into my eyes now. I blinked and nodded quickly so I wouldn't stare at the tears that stayed in his eyes. He was trying to stop crying.

I wanted to know what was wrong with him. I worried for myself, if he was upset he was just going to take it out on me.

I didn't know what I was thinking, my hand raised just as his was moving and I dropped my eyes to his are where his sleeve had fallen, cuts were healing on his skin.

I took his arm into my small hand an stared at it for a moment before he yanked away from me. He looked at me for a moment like he was looking for something.

He looked like he was trying to open up to me through his eyes. Maybe he was trying to tell me that he was hurting on the inside and that is why he was hurting me-

My cheek burned, it happened so fast. I moved my hand to the spot. He slapped me hard across my face for seeing what he was hiding. Tears flooded my eyes but I tried to hold them back.

"Why?" I let escape from my lips. I didn't care that it sounded strange because of my sobbing, for once I actually didn't care. I hadn't even really thought about it.

He chuckled softly to himself but it had no humor in it. "Wow, the mute girl talks." He said looking up for a moment before looking down at me. "Why does that matter to you? What is wrong with you? I never could have thought a person could be so stupid."

I only stared up at him for a moment before sinking down to a sitting position on the ground. I didn't know what to say to him, how would you even answer that?

"I kick your ass every day. I spit in your face once, I embarrass you constantly and you can look at me, look through me like you actually care about me."

I didn't say anything again. I wasn't sure how these things worked, keeping a conversation. I knew that it was my turn to speak but what I suppose to just say "Oh?". Was I supposed to speak exactly what came to my mind?

"I'm sorry." I said softly. He moved to where he was sitting in front of me and stared at me for a moment. I looked up a him with a red blush on my cheeks. I had suddenly felt like I was set into a spotlight.

"Isn't that my line?" He said with a soft sigh. "I would say sorry but that would mean that I would never do this again. Hurting you just gets me through things.." He told me honestly. I wasn't sure what things he was talking about.

"Like what?" I asked almost in a whisper.

"I'm not going to tell you things like that." He said softly back.

"Are you afraid?" I asked him suddenly. It may have sounded a bit more enthusiastic but it still sounded shy. "I get afraid a lot."

"Why..?" He asked me. I had never gotten into this deep of a conversation with someone other than my parents really or people trying to rid me of my fear of speaking to people. It felt nice.

"I'm afraid of talking in front of people because... People are really rude." I said to him honestly. "I'm not a mute." I told him looking down at my hands. "I'm just worried about getting made fun of.. I used to have a stutter."

"Well this is just great isn't it?" He asked me sarcastically. "Now you must want for me to be open with you too right?"

"I have to go now." I said feeling exactly how I felt coming across him earlier. Why had I opened up to him he isn't nice. He never will be, I don't care about his feelings and he doesn't care about mine.

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A/n : Thank you for reading! Sorry if there are mistakes I'm using my phone to update.

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