Judged

Chapter 12

Gif to the side is of Dylan O'Brien (Declan). I put it because I find it extremely hilarious. Idk, I'm weird. Lol. 

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Chapter Twelve

I traced my fingers lightly over the scars lining Declan’s wrist. There’s a few moments of silence, and when I finally look up into his eyes he quickly turns his head away. He had tears threatening to spill over, and my guess is that a boy like Declan isn’t used to looking weak in front of anybody.

“Why did you cut?” I ask. He sniffles a little.

“That’s a story for another day.”

“Okay,” I reply. It makes me angry that he isn’t going to tell me why he used to cut himself, because I really am interested. Declan doesn’t seem easily breakable, and to know that something broke him once makes my heart ache. I just wish he’d open up to me. Maybe he will soon. I think we’re becoming good friends. At least I hope we are.

“What are you still doing here anyways?” I say. I thought everyone had already left.

“I was watching Hockey with your dad,” he smiles. “Cool guy, he is.”

“Yeah, my dad is pretty awesome,” I state.

“Originally your dad sent me up here to get you,” Declan says. “Good thing he did, huh?” I don’t say anything in reply. I just give a weak smile and start playing with the stiches in my comforter.

“Come on,” Declan sticks out his hand for me to grab. I hesitate, like an idiot.

“Uh, where are we going?”

“Your dad wanted me to come get you because we were about to eat some ice-cream, and I’d say after all of this,” he flails his arms around, gesturing to the entire room, “you and I both need ice-cream therapy.” I laugh halfheartedly and take his outstretched hand.

Ice-cream therapy? Where has this fine boy been all of my life? I let him lead me out of my room, and I admire how comforting his hand feels in mine. After being alone inside my head for so long, it feels good to be outside of it with someone else.

He holds onto my hand the entire walk down the stairs, only releasing it once we get to the kitchen. My dad is pulling cartons of ice-cream out of the freezer. Declan and I sit at the breakfast bar where there are two empty bowls waiting for us.

I assume the twins are in bed asleep, and my mom is still cooped up in her room. I don’t know what her problem is with Hudson and Danielle. I’m happy for them, she should be too.

“What took so long?” My dad asks. I internally start to freak out and blank on what to say. Declan notices my tension and answers for me.

“Oh, uh, Harper was watching Batman Begins, and I kind of got sucked into it,” he lies. My dad will believe it though because I truly do love the Batman movies.