Angel's Diary

Chapter 13: December 18, 2014

It's been two weeks and I haven’t told Logan yet. it's very frustrating. Only the girls know what I feel and they have been helping and encouraging me, lately. I always chicken out when I see an opportunity. I just couldn't do it. And we have a week left before Christmas break and I wouldn't see him for a few weeks because we would go back to Leeds for the holidays. 

I honestly don't look forward to it because there's a big chance I’ll see my ex-friends there but my relatives live there so I have no choice since we’re a pretty tight-knit family. Only me and Claire were leaving for this break while the others were gonna stay. Honestly, I’m gonna miss them. They grew on me and we kinda treat each other as family. and I’m proud to say that I love them to death, even though they could get annoying sometimes. 

I saw Marc sit down next to Chris and dunked his head on the table. I looked at Logan and Ellie as they sat down too on our usual lunch table, doing the same. “Wow, you guys look like-” I got cut off “Hell?” Jana finished for me. “What the hell happened?” Dave asked our tired looking friends. “Nothing” they muttered. 

“Marc got into a fight, Ellie was up all night babysitting her nephew, and Logan’s just been through something nobody knows,” Claire said sitting down beside Charlie. he looked at his girlfriend, yes girlfriend, they finally made it official last week, confusingly. “How in the world did you know that?” he asked her. she shrugged 

“Ellie told me and I saw Marc towering over a thug earlier today” she informed us. Chris snapped his head towards her “Wait what did the guy look like?” he asked her. “Uhm, black leather jacket, big scar across his cheek, tiny yet large at the same time” she described the guy. Chris looked at Marc and held his shoulder 

“What did Boss want?” he asked him, making Marc just groan. “Boss? who’s Boss?” Jana asked Chris. he sighed “He’s just one of the most terrible guys in town, no big deal” he muttered in annoyance. “If he’s terrible then what did he want from Marc?” I asked. I heard Marc sigh and he pulled himself up and looked at me in sympathy. I knew that look too well, I’ve received that look so many times and I felt uncomfortable. Does Marc know?

“He confronted me and asked if I knew you. and I told him that you were my friend. Then he started to say unpleasant things about you. telling me that you were a slut and didn't deserve to live because you were disgusting. I got mad at him for it then one thing led to another and we ended up beating each other up. I won but I’m worried about what he would do the next time our paths cross” he explained. 

Logan’s head shot up in furry and shock before glancing at me in worry. “what did he say about Angel?” Dave asked, clenching his hands and jaw. Marc glanced at me warily 

“That she was dumb enough to..” he paused. 

I was confused but then the realization hit me. 

no. no no no no no no.. how is that possible? 

I started to tense up. I felt Logan’s hand take my right hand. I glanced at him in fear. Marc sighed “she was dumb enough to get raped by her own boyfriend” he slowly said. “How could he say that! he doesn't even have the proof!” Chris exclaimed. 

“He’s a hacker, he practically knows everything about everyone in this town. and since Angel’s new, I guess he decided to do a background check on her '' Marc informed us. 

so that’s how Boss knew. he fucking saw the file about Jack’s crime and had my name on it. it says it all. My friends started to say things in anger. they went on and on as I felt Logan squeeze my hand, comforting me. I felt tears starting to trickle into my eyes. 

“It's true,” I loudly said, making them all stop. I kept my head down, ignoring their looks. I didn't want to deal with their pity faces. I've dealt with it for far too many times already. I’m sick of it. I don't want the people who are close to my heart feeling sorry for me. The only reason why I told Logan was that he wasn't like other people. He knew when and when not to meddle into others’ business.