The Truth Comes Out

Chapter Five

Isaiah's P.O.V
        "Sarah!" I screamed as the car stops and I hide my face in shock. Then I see that she is already across the street. I was relieved, the car curses away. I just walk up to her and she has tears down her cheek.

        " Are you okay? Why'd you do that!? Are you crazy?" I yelled, very worried and loud. She just looked at me with a pouty face that seemed to make me regret talking to her the way I did. I then hugged her and it felt so right. She seemed to feel uncomfortable, but then I felt her hold on to me tightly.

        Sarah agreed that I could walk her home. We started to walk and we pretended that the situation never happened. I played around with her and she seemed to come out of her shell. She giggled, smiled and played with me.

        Finally we got to her front door. She stopped and looked around like she was looking for someone, as she looked I just stared at her. I notice something about her. She had the most beautiful blue eyes ever and she had gorgeous blonde hair. She was beautiful.

     "Can I ask you something?" I asked timidly, she looked at me and nodded nervously.

       "What's on your arm?" I said stuttering. She froze and I knew I made her uncomfortable. I'm so stupid. I was about to just leave, but then she stopped me and is waited until she opened her door.

        We entered her house and up to her room. I stood in front of the door once she closed it and she sat on her computer chair. It felt awkward until she looked down and pulled up her sleeve revealing her scars. It left me speechless and then angry.

        "Why would you do that?" I said sounding mad, she kept her head down and shrugged. I felt bad for her and I went in front of her. She stood up, I lifted her chin up and we were eye to eye.

      "You shouldn't do this. Do your parents know?" I asked and then she unzipped her sweater and took it off. I was shocked she was covered in brusies. She lifted her hands and covered her face. I got closer to her and gently touched her.

        "Who did this to you?" I questioned her, but before she said anything we heard the front door close. We both froze and then someone was coming up the stairs. Sarah turns around and puts her sweater on in a panic. She puts her finger to her lips signaling me to be quite.