That Spanish Boy (Sebastian Olzanski & Magcon Boys)

The True Her.

Chapter 4.

I walk over to her and stand only feet away from her.

"Brenda?" I ask worried.

she looks up, her eyes are really puffy, probably from crying.

"Hey" she sniffles.

"What's wrong?" I sit next to her on the park bench.

"Can we go somewhere else?" she asks with tears still streaming down her face.

"Yeah, I was just on my way to my house, I don't think my mother is home." she agrees to go to my house.

My mother is not home, like I guessed.

I swing open my bedroom door, gesturing for her to sit on the bed.

"I Can trust you right?" she starts.

"Of course you Can, I'm here if you need me." I assure her.

"Thanks." she tries smiling but I Can tell she's pushing every single muscle she Can to pull it off.

I returned a reassuring smile.

"I ran away from home, I am so done with all the bullshit there," a tear falls freely from her face to lap. "It started when I was 7 my father started drinking, he would always get come home drunk. One day my mother was working late, and my father was drunk, he came into my room and raped me," she sobs. "It became a habit of his, I had no control over it, when I would try to stop him, he would beat me. I tried telling my mother, of course she didn't believe me, she said I was doing it for attention. She was always like that, she told me she didn't want to be pregnant with me, she didn't want me, but my father made her. She told me that straight in my face, she still hates me, she doesn't care about me. I always think about suicide, I actually almost ended my life, I hit a vein.    but I find my anchor. My reason to stay, and that is music. Piano, well my keyboard, since my mother sold my grand piano. so I bought a keyboard, oh my gosh, I left it next to the bench at the park! We have to go back and get it!"

"Hey, it's fine. I'll text one of the guys to bring it Alright?" I wipe the tears from her face with my thumb.

She calms down, nodding her head.

I text Taylor asking him if he could stop by and drop it off. He agrees, and I give him my address.

"Taylor will be here in a few." I say putting my phone down.

She nods continuing "I have to take my keyboard every time, I get out of that house. I would be completely lost. Nobody really knows the true me. Everyone thinks my life is perfect, but I can assure you that it is far from that. They think there is nothing wrong in my life, why? because I am always 'happy', but all that happiness isn't real, I fake a smile all the time, and I am always tired of it. Sometimes I wish that I could fall asleep and never wake up. It seems more peaceful, ya know. There would be no pain, or suffer. I would not want to die in pain. But I would like to die while I'm in the arms of my true love, but I mean who would love me? A girl who cuts, and who's life is pretty messed up, plus I am not pretty at all. But Oh well, hopefully one day someone will actually like me for me, with all my imperfections. It is just hard to find someone like that now a days."

"You are beautiful no matter what anyone says. They can tell you otherwise, but trust me, in my eyes you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen." I tell her looking her in the eyes.

"You're just saying that, because you pitty me." she says looking back down at her hands in her lap.

"No I am not," I lift her chin up so she is looking into my eyes. "I want you to believe me, you are beautiful and smart and kind, how can anyone not like you? I will make you believe it one way or another. I am Sorry for what is going on in your life, you are so strong, probably one of the strongest person I have ever met. Not physically, but mentally."

I wipe another tear that slips onto her cheek.

We just stay there for a while, looking into each others eyes.

She breaks the stare and tackles me with a hug, I hug her back.

And in that moment, of embracing each others company, I feel like I finally got to know the real her.

I am catching some serious feeling.

The door bell rings, and I get a text from Taylor.

*from: Taylor

Hey, I'm outside with the keyboard.*

I read it and Brenda and I head towards the front door.

"Hey, here's your keyboard." he says handing the keyboard to Brenda who was wiping the tears from her eyes.

she sniffles taking it. "Thank you." her voice sounds tired and like she has been crying for days.

"I'm Taylor by the way." he says extending out his hand.

"Brenda." She replies shaking his hand.

Taylor looks at me with a 'what's going on' face.

I mouth 'I'll tell you later'.

He nods his head and says bye.

"Oh here, let me help you with that." I say taking the semi-heavy keyboard into my hands so she doesn't carry it up the stair.

We reenter my bedroom.

"I'm Sorry." she says sitting down on the bed.

"Sorry? for what?" I ask confused.

"I probably bored you by telling you about my uninteresting life."

"you didn't, trust me. I could listen to you talk all day." I bend down in front of her putting my hand on her knee.

She doesn't say anything back, she just smiles. Really smiles.

I can't help but smile back.