Not another Emo Love story.

Chapter 4

We walked for about another 10 minutes I was walking behind them slowly, T.J. glancing back at me every so often. I had to clear my mind of my mother. I had to be happy for my friends, I can't tell them. My cheeks started to blush, I like him. I shook my head and looked up from my feet.

"Ami, you okay?" Kyra shot me a glance and let go of Aiden's hand, "We're going to the lake, meet you guys back here in 15. Okay?" T.J. and Aiden both nodded their heads and we walked of. "She did it again didn't she?" She asked as soon as we were out of hearing.

"What do you mean?" I asked my voice kind of shaky.

"Don't play dumb, I know she's hitting you. Now why won't you tell me?" We stopped on a dock, above the greenish water.

"Because, I don't want you to know. Well I didn't want you to know, you just found out somehow." I sat on a bench on the dock and she had her back facing me.

"You know, not everything is okay to hide from me. I know what's up when I look at you. You're my best friend. I have a right to know." She faced me, her back resting against the wooden railing. "Just like you have the right to know everything about me. Which is why, me and you are going back there and we are letting our secrets out to them. I know T.J. is new but I like and trust him, now you should too." She grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the tree house without one word from me. We stopped at our tree house with Aiden and T.J. sitting and waving for us out of the window. Kyra climbed up first.

"Hey I think I'm gonna go back to the lake..." T.J came down quickly.

"I wanna go with you." I shot Kyra a glance and she nodded her head. We walked in silence until we got onto the dock.

"What's your mom doing to you?" He looked at me, didn't dare budge his eyes from mine.

"Nothing." I lied. I knew he could tell but I kept my ground.

"Don't lie to me." He said softly, "I care about you." My knees went weak and I fell to the ground, my eyes watered badly and he sat besides me. He wrapped me in his arms and I cried, not only because he knew what was happening at my house, but because he cared. He cared without even knowing me. He cared.