Ms. Popular's Secret

Chapter 6

I pulled myself away from Dylan and I looked at him in his eyes "What do you mean by you go through the same pain as me?"

He bowed his head and he started playing with the hem on his shirt. "I know you're being abused Jill and so am I. I just don't know who would abuse you."

"I never said I was being abused."

"Cut the popular act Jill. I noticed how you're late for school sometimes and how you walk into the class with more makeup on than other days. Most people aren't paying attention to you but I am."

"Why were you paying attention to me?"

"Three weeks ago when we had to write an essay I stayed back to help Mr. Albert grade some papers. I came across a story about a girl who was abused by someone. In that story the girl never said who she was abused by but I knew you wrote that story."

"How did you know?"

"You're the only person in our English class that writes with a black gel ink pen."

"N-N-No I'm not."I startted stuttering because I knew it was true.

"You know it's true. Everybody else writes with a blue pen except for you. Anyway after I read the story I started thinking about the way you describe how the pain felt and I know for a fact that no one can describe such pain if they haven't felt it. Then I got suspicious. When you walked into study hall this morning I saw a scratch on your neck. While you were writing the essay I noticed how you had nail prints on your wrist. It looked fresh. It was then I knew. When you stormed off I just had to follow you."

When Dylan finished explaining I bawled out in tears. I couldn't hold it back any more. I'm tired of being strong. I'm tired of pretending to be someone I'm not. I fell to my knees crying my heart out. I felt a pair of arms comforting me.

"Shh it's okay. Let it out."

"I've never felt so weak before in my life. "

"You're not weak. You're strong. Most people would decide to take their life so all the pain and hurt will stop but not you. I'm so proud of you."

I sobbed. "I'll tell you my story if you tell me yours."

Dylan sighed "Okay deal but let's go somewhere else before it continues to rain and we catch a cold."

Dylan brought me further into the woods until we got to a tree house. It was pretty cool actually.

"How did you find this place?"

"I built it." I was amazed to say the least.

"What, How, When?" Dylan chuckled.

"I'll explain everything let's go in." Dylan and I climbed the ladder to go up to the tree house. I thought the outside of the tree house was amazing but the inside took me by surprised. There was a mini fridge,a small television, a sofa bed, a sink and a mini bathroom.

"Take a sit. Can I get you anything to drink?I have Dr. Pepper, Pepsi, Water and Sprite."

"Can I have a Dr. Pepper please?" Dylan went to the mini fridge and he took out a can of Dr. Pepper and a bottle of water and he sat next to me on the sofa bed.

He handed me the Dr. Pepper. "Here you go Jill."

"Thanks. So umm will you tell me your story first?"

"Okay sure. Well about two years ago my father and my mother got divorced and I stayed with my mother while my dad moved to florida. My mother started taking drugs and she became an addict. She brought a different guy home every night. "He stopped and took a deep breathe.

"You don't have to continue if you don't want too."

"No I have to let it out." He sighed. "One night my mother brought home a guy I don't know who he was but he seemed really nice. She brought him home a few times and he made my mother happy. She went to rehab for a while and she came back. I was happy that my mom finally found happiness again and It was all because of that man. I came home from school one day and I found beer bottles all on the living room floor. I picked up the bottles and I went to throw it in the trash." He stopped and he began to cry. I wrapped my arms around his body to comfort him.

"It's okay I'm here."

He stopped crying after a few minutes."When I turned around I felt someone hit me in my head with a bottle. I was shocked. When I turned around I saw it was that man. He gave my mother the bottle and she started hitting me with it. That night both my mother and that man took turns hitting me with a beer bottle until I started bleeding and I passed out."

"Oh my Dylan I'm so sorry."

"Its okay. From that night the man would hit me every time he gets a chance. My mom started taking drugs again and now she's even more addicted than she was before. A few months ago I was in my room and I heard my mom come in she laid on the bed next to me and she started crying saying how she was sorry for hitting me and I forgave her cause she's my mother. The next morning I went downstairs and I heard her and that man laughing and I heard my mom tell him she cannot meet him tonight cause she had plans and that she wanted to borrow his special weapons. I was confused but I didn't ask cause I didn't want her to know I was eavesdropping.  When I came home from school that very same day my mom wasn't home so I went to my room to do some homework. It was about 6pm and she still wasn't home so I went to cook some pasta to eat and then I went to bed. Later that night at around 11 I heard my mom come in and she was obviously drunk. She came to my room and she was speaking to me but she was slurring her words. She started laughing like a maniac and she got ontop of me. I didn't know what was going on until she started tearing my T shirt and unbuckling my pants. I pushed her off me but I stopped dead in my tracks when I heard a trigger. My mom had a gun raised on me. She pressed the gun on my forehead and she demanded me to get on the bed or else she'll shoot me. I did as she said and what she did next surprised me. She handcuffed my arms on the bed post and then she raped me. She raped me Jill."

"Oh my Dylan I didn't know you went through all that. I'm sorry I was mean to you and I'm sorry for all the attitude and everything."

"It's okay Jill. Don't worry. I'm used to it now."

"But I don't understand how your mother got a gun."

"She got it from that man. I think he's a police officer." I froze. Please don't tell me it's who I think.

"What's the officer's name Dylan?" I questioned.

"I can't remember it's something like Williams or Wilson or Maybe Washington. But it starts with W."

"Is it Watson?"

"Yes Watson that's the name." I grabbed my phone and I searched for a picture and I showed it to Dylan.

"Is this him?"

"Y-y-yes but how do you know him?"

"That's because that officer is my father Marcus."