unexpected { clay jensen } *MAJOR EDITING*

21> Group Talks (2)

Alana Point Of View

"You told us this Journal is similar to the tapes. So we'll read it and we pass it on?" Clay questioned me. His eyebrows raised together. I know he's going to attack me with loaded question. I might as well prepare myself ahead. Not only from him, but others absolutely. After a brief hour, we all agreed that I'll continue it. I was relieved. I wanted to know more about my sister.

"I'm bored, Lana. Can we go now?" Zach scoffed. I shook my head no discomfort. We are in the middle of a tense situation and he kept whining about his boredom. What the hell?

"If you don't want to be here, then go. I told you this morning." I insisted.

Zach looks at me displeased. He looks so upset. Irritated. I knew he'll blow up.

"Fine." He sneered. He held his backpack and kissed my cheek.

"I'll see you." He muttered. He left immediately.

"Why are you together with him?" Clay began. Everyone eyes were on me waiting for my answer.

"I don't know." I stops. I felt alarmed if I answered to this. Honestly, why am I with him? After what happens, I am so afraid of him. But I love him and I will always forgive him despite what he has done. I lost him once, I can't lose him again. It's that the way I'll explain my friends what is actually happening? No.

"I love him, Clay." I responded calmly. I picked my fingers and I shift my shoulder uncomfortable. Clay watched my gesture dreary.

"Yeah, of course." He said almost like a whisper.

"Oh my god." Jessica gasped. Alex noticed her sudden reaction and followed what's she's looking at.

'What is it?" Tony checked out.

Zach, I never wanted this to happened. I was confused. Anxious. Terrified. Lost. Miserable. You were there when no one else has. Thank you for treating me as I'm matter. I took notice of your strange behavior the next couple weeks, I observed everyday. I knew you were the douchebag behind the curtains. Every Friday night each time I asked you to company me for my late night shifts, you were never really there. You were eating my sister throats out. You don't get to steal someone's virginity, shows it to your friends and be absolutely proud for the inappropriate dickhead move you've done. I called you. I desperately asked for your honesty. You were never tell the truth. Your not one to say loyal. Faithful. You knew I was in a midst state horrified what will happened to both of my parents. You didn't appear. You just stay on your own. Or maybe out with some girl, god know what else you were doing behind my back. I've moved on. Just disappointed.

"I have to go." I gulped. I felt a hot tears streamed down my face. I stormed off. I ran. I pushed the door open and I ran hurriedly to the parking lot. I reached for my car keys and I swung the door opens closed it fastly. I covered my mouth hastily as I kept assuring myself this isn't real. It's a nightmare and you need to wake up.

"No, please no!" I sobbed. My sore hurts so bad, my heart ache and I felt like swallowing a pills of shells. My palms were sweating, my brain hurts so much it feels like draining myself out. I hit my steer repeatedly. I crashed my head against the window. I crossed my arms together, and my eyesights filled with absurd direction. Nothing. I glanced at nothing. No sights. It's just me all alone feeling devastated. Heartbroken. Dejected. Heartsick. Anguished. Was there more to mention?

"Alana?" I heard Clay's soft voice asked. He swung the passenger seat opens.

"Are you okay?" He asked. I avoid him. I don't want him to see me. Or talk. Not like this. And I have nothing to say. The Journal explained it all. Zach is a fucking cheater.

"Talk to me. I won't judge you." He softly says. Somehow, everything about him is comforting. Calming.

I shakes my head. I'm so riled. I feel blue.

"Hey, look at me." He whispered closely. He lifted my chin with his finger. I looks at him slightly. He's so sweet and kind. I bawled my eyes out and I wrapped my arms around his shoulder letting all the grudges I've been holding.