The Other Half of Me (In major editing!)

Chapter 36 **PLEASE READ AUTHOR'S NOTE**

CHAPTER 36

***Kristen's POV***

~That Friday~

Marcel went over to Niall's house so they could both get ready together, and Allie came over to Marcel's house. (It's not technically my house since I don't live here, live here. We decided it would be fun to do this together since, it's both of ours first time going to a dance. Gemma decided to come down this weekend just cause. She is catching up with her boyfriend and spending time with her family.

"So why did you choose this dress? I mean it is really pretty and everything but it looks a little depressing." Gemma ask me while wearing a smile on her face. I know it's a little dark but, not depressing.

"I choose this dress cause I loved it, that's why. Even Marcel liked it so yeah. Why don't you like it? Not your style." I asked giving her a small attitude.

She zipped up my dress and turned me around.

"I'm sorry if I offended you, it's just.....Marcel has always had a hard time. I have known about it since he first got bullied. He came home with a busted lip, black puffy eyes, and a ton of bruises. His clothes, they were all torn and dirty, he had shoe prints on his clothes and you could see them on his body. I felt terrible, I couldn't help my baby brother Kristen. Do you know how it feels to just sit there and wonder why? Why, things had to be the way they were, why you couldn't help? Have you ever had that?"

"I do understand. I had an abusive father. I didn't have much friends, and the friends I did have were never allowed over. I had bruises all over my body. I have scars on my wrist because I thought that was going to help my problems" I show her my wrist letting her know that I'm not lying. "I have had a black eye before, I have gone to school like that too. Everyone asked of course they did. The saddest part of all I didn't tell them the truth. I couldn't tell them the truth. If anyone knew, I.....I would have had it worse. I have been living with that for so long Gemma. I started getting beat like that when I was five. Five Gemma. Imagine a five year old getting beat like Marcel did, but also imagine it so much worse. Ten times worse." I did it. I just told everything to Gemma and Allie. They know what has happened to me since I was five. I haven't told anyone but Marcel.

"I'm so sorry Kristen. I.....I didn't know." She breathed out. Allie just stood there with a shocked face. She was having a hard time understanding. I know she is. It's hard to feel amazing and brilliant when people are starring at you as if you got a second head.

"Can we just continue getting ready or are we all just going to stare at me? If so I'm going to go to Marcel's room and get ready, without you guys." I say and stare back into the mirror. I know its wrong for me to be down like this. I know that I am putting a damper on everything at this point. I just want everyone to stop under estimating me, I know that I look genuinely happy, but I have dealt with this for years so I know how to hide what needs to be hidden.

"So how do you want your make-up done?" I smile as everything falls back to normal with them. They try to forget that I just told them my life story.

"I have never been a big make-up person so I don't really know what kind of make-up looks good with what. I think it might be better if you did it. However you want."

"Kris, can I do your hair. I know that you want it curly but I want to do something to it. I think it would be better if I gave it a little extra then just curls."

"Okay knock yourself out. Then I'm doing your hair, and Gemma can do your make-up. If she wants to. Would you mind?"

"I came down to help you guys get ready. That is what I'm going to do. So don't move to much, this takes skill and I need you to be as still as possible." I smile and do a quick nod before they get started.