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Sam x Elvis: Can't hide the truth

Hi guy, bishbosh here back with another chapter. sorry I haven't been posting much I've been really unwell. thank you guys for all your support if you didn't see my last chapter you should really check it out and give you the chance to pick the next story. so today's story is a little different as it is in 1st person I do apologise as this was my first proper attempt. anyway without further ado. I hope you guys enjoy. till next time peeps <3

This was new. The tormentors had never gotten violent before. There was always just harsh words and public embarrassment, but never anything like punching or kicking. I had always thought of myself as a verbal punching bag for the tormentors known as the trainees but never before had they actually hit me. And why so stupid and hit me in the face?

I couldn't help but grimace at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. The purplish bruise surrounding my right eye and the grimace made me look like a total stranger to myself. There was no way I could go to the station today, let alone allow Sam to see this. He was much too protective. And he couldn't know about this. Nobody was allowed to know, not even my best friends Penny and Ellie. But especially not Sam.

As if my thoughts had summoned her, I heard my dark headed friend's voice echoed through my empty house. "Elvis! Wake up we need to get to work on time! Before steel kills us for being late like last time!" I flinched and glanced around me. I needed to find something to hide the bruise.

"Yes...sorry Ellie, just hold on a second," I called out, willing my voice to sound cheerful. Why was smiling so hard lately I didn't feel or act like myself anymore. Now there were moments in my day where I would get sad or sometimes, I even got angry. Sam's been starting to question my strange behaviour. If he found out... I don't really know what will happen, just that I couldn't let it happen.

There! I grabbed the towel and started to rub it into my hair as if to dry it. At the same time, I ran out of the bathroom keeping my head low. "Tell Steele I can't make it in today for me, please!" I called behind me as I ran away from the bathroom and ran away from Ellie.

"Whoah! What the hell Elv!?" Ellie yelled after me. "What?! Why?!"I didn't answer, just ran into my room and -softly- close the door. Silently thanking the lord that my room had a lock, I turned the lock. Leaning against the now locked door, I let out a sad sigh, and placed a hand on my aching side. The pain made me grimace. It seemed more painful than a normal bruise, but not as bad as a broken rib. Probably deep muscle bruising or something like that. It still shocked me that they had gotten so physical.

Moving away from the door, I settled down at my desk. With a flourish, I opened the small black journal that was forever enshrined there. My own words shouted at me from the pages, screaming my deepest thought and secrets. No one, absolutely no one got to read my journal. Very few even knew about it. The thing I wrote in there... it was just better if nobody read it.

I started to pour my heart out onto the creamy paper. My lines were uneven, my handwriting a scrawl, but that didn't really matter. The point of it was to unburden myself, it didn't matter if it didn't look good I finished and signed my name and let loose a small sad sigh that before the tormenting had started, would have never left my lips.

Just then, there was a loud knock on my door and my friend's loud voice to match. "Elvis! If we don't leave know we'll be late!" she paused as if waiting for me to answer. When I didn't, she let out an angry sigh. "I'll tell Steele your ill or something. You owe me," she muttered and I felt gratitude swell in my chest. I really did love Ellie, so much. she was like the sister I never had. She was always there for me. Even as I knew this, though, I couldn't tell her about the tormentors. I heard her foots steeps fade away as she started to leave.