On My Own A Diggy Simmons Love Story Book 3

Chapter 48: Anonymous

Elana P.O.V

My heart pounded as I walked to Diggy room. I slowly entered to see him sitting on the bed cleaning him self up. I closed his bedroom door and went over to him. I looked him in the eye as I helped him clean up.

Elana: You alright?

Diggy: Yeah* wipes last bits of blood off before changing shirts*

Elana: Does anything hurt at all?

Diggy: My cheek, lips and my stomach badly. *gets into bed* it’s all her fault.

Elana: Not necessarily….

Diggy: What you mean?

Elana: well *lays next to Diggy* you kept pushing her buttons and I told you to not even start it. Look Daniel, I know you don’t like her but think about everything she’s been through with Khalil. They have been up and down so many times. You are a boy and a boy’s words hurt more than a girl’s words. It’s more painful. Those hurtful words that are being said is something they won’t forget. After a while its hurts internally and you can’t take it. You think the awful words that boy say over and over again is actually true. Wouldn’t you go crazy?

Diggy: *snuggles in comforter* yeah I guess but it doesn’t excuse her from hitting me.

Elana: I know and I’ll talk to her about it. You look so much in pain *touches his face*

Diggy: I am. I’m going to watch TV and fall asleep because my stomach hurts. No food for me.

Elana: If you feel better later I’ll make you some cookies but you have to be good. *winks and gets up* I’ll come back in a few minutes

I left the bed room and went over to my room. Iris was staring at her feet.

Elana: What made you do that?

Iris: Well so much stuff was happening at home and relationship wise. My mom is to busy with work and some guy she just met. I can’t go to her like I use too. It’s hard when your real dad wasn’t around and another guy tries to fill in the spot. I don’t like him but I never have the chance to sit down and explain to my mom how I feel when she doesn’t have time to listen to me. Lately Khalil and I have been on rocky roads and he says things to me similar to what Diggy said except he’s more careful about his words. It still hurts but not as much. With Diggy he knows how to make me angry and what things to say. I tried my hardest to bite my tongue but he needs to know enough is seriously enough. He only does it to me and no one else so nobody knows my position. Especially when I’m getting bullied basically by my own friend well used to be friend. I didn’t mean to attack him like that but at the same time he kind of deserved it. *looks up* will he be okay?

Elana: Yeah….you guys got serious friend problems. I’m sorry about what’s going on at home but please don’t hit Diggy again. Well at least not that hard if you do and don’t hit in the face or other body parts; just the arm. *hugs* everything will be fine.

Iris: Okay. *get’s up to leave* tell Diggy I’m sorry

Elana: I will don’t worry.

I lead Iris out the front door and watched as she went out the gate onto the sidewalk of the neighborhood. I closed the door and went back upstairs. Diggy was staring at the T.V.

Elana: Diggy Iris is very sorry.

Diggy: I know and I accept

Elana: That was fast *shocked*

Diggy: When you left the room it actually got me thinking. Maybe I am to hard on Iris at times. I’m kind of glad that she did that because I would have never listened to her if she verbally told me that her feeling were hurt.

Elana: *smiles* my husband is growing up

Diggy: Shut up *laughs* I was always like this

Elana: Since when?

Diggy: Since before I met you.

Elana: *gets into bed* yeah okay

Diggy: But you wouldn’t know that, your too ghetto to realize it *laughs*

Elana: *punches him in stomach*

Diggy: *moans* my stomach *turns over*

Elana: That’s right go to bed *smiles*

----Later that Night-----

Diggy P.O.V

After dinner and those awesome cookies Elana made; everyone went to sleep. But I couldn’t sleep because I slept till Dinner time. Elana was fast asleep in her room as I decided I needed to do this. I put on a sweater and some sweats. I texted the person that I was going to meet.

Diggy: Are you up?

Person: Yeah why?

Diggy: We need to talk about….us

Person: Us?

Diggy: Yes us…we need to find a way to make this work.

Person: So you coming over or what?

Diggy: Yeah just stand by the door.

Person: Okay because my mom isn’t home

Diggy: Alright