We had planned for me to stay the night tonight since it was Friday and we didn't have any classes all weekend. But now I was dreading coming over. You knew that my dad hit me when he got drunk, but I never really liked to talk about it. I could tell that it made you really angry when you did figure out.

Tonight, my dad had hit me again, and I had this huge area on my abdomen that was already bruising. I wasn't going to tell you cause I didn't want to ruin your night.

I'm finally at your house. Your mom lets me in, and I go straight up to your room. I smile when I see you humming to some music in your headphones while folding some blankets and clothes.

I smile and sit on your bed until you notice me. You gasp, "Bay Bay!!" You run and tackle me on your bed. I try my hardest, but I let out a wince. You pull back as it dawns over you. "Did he hurt you again?"

"No, I'm fine. I'm just sore from pract-"

"You say that every time," you say, pulling up my shirt. You gasp when you see the bruise on my abdomen. You look at me with a hurt expression, and then it hardens. "That's it. I'm gonna tell my parents, and he's going to jail," you say, going to stomp out of your room.

I quickly grab your around the waist and stop you. You kick around stubbornly, "braelie, please. You can't tell anyone! You promised you wouldn't tell anyone!"