littlemertz2

Since when did witty become a site to judge?
I come her to express myself, and not be judged.
But, if you haven't noticed, you will judge me on everything.
How 'bout we go back to the good times?
You know, the time when we can say what we want and you'll be like, 
'I don't agree, but hey, I like that you can be yourself. Let's be best friends anyways.'
Sounds like a good idea to me.

"Oh." Justin muttered.
"I'm sorry.." I said, looking at him.
My eyes were filled with tears.
He looked at Mrs. Bell (my mom), "Mrs. Bell, you knew about this?"
She swallowed hard, "He's the only one that seems to make my daughter happy."
"You're..You're Jadyn's mom?" he said looking totally confused.
I put my hand on his arm, "Yes. she's my mom, and I didn't know Nate was our teacher when I slept with him. After, when I walked inot his class, he asked me to stay after. We talked, and he said he didn't know I was that young, but I convinced him it was okay and we started dating. It was all a secret, except to his little girl Hannah."
"You care for them both, don't you?" he asked.
"So very much it hurts. I just beat his ex-wife because she kissed him."
"Come on. I'll take you." he said, pulling me up.
We walked to his car, and drove all the way there in silence.
"Do you want to come with me?" I asked him.
"Do you want me too?" he questioned.
"Yes."
He wrapped his arm around my shoulders, and walked me to the door.
I knocked gently.
"Coming!" I heard Hannah yell through the door.
I smiled at Justin, "That's Hannah." I said when she opened the door.
"Where's daddy?" I asked, holding her hand.
"He's in the bedroom. He hasn't stopped crying, but mommy's still here." she said.
"Great." I muttered, "Hannah this is my best friend Justin."
I felt Justin smile when I said it.
"Hi! Come here, I'll bring you!" she smiled pulling me in the living room.
Her mom was sitting on the couch.
She was holding an ice pack to her broken nose, and her eye was all black along with her jaw.
"I'm so sorry." I said, sitting next to her mom.
"Why are you here?" she asked looking at me with fear.
"I have to talk to Nate. I think I gave up one of the best things I've ever had." I said.
"You and me both." muttered.
"What?" I asked.
"Nate has always treated me like royalty, even tholugh I had an affair. If it weren't for you, he'd still be doing anything I asked. But I'm glad he has you. He needs you." she smiled.
"Alright. Wish me luck I breathed.
I grabbed Justin's arm and dragged him into the room with me.
"Nate?" I asked.
"Jadyn?" he asked excited, before noticing Justin. "Uhm, Justin I'm just tutoring her." 
"He knows. I couldn't keep something like this from my best friend." I said.
"We should talk." Nate stated.
"After you stop crying." I whispered, as Justin left the room.

My vision was blurred from the tears.
I could hear my brothers voice, he was yelling at me.
All the horrible memories were coming back.
I was curled in a ball crying, my hands covering my ears.
"Stop!" I screamed.
Justin was freaking out and asking if I was okay, but I couldn't hear him.
He touched my arm and I yelped.
Everything he did was making it worse, but I couldn't tell him.
My mom ran in" Justin what's wrong with her?"
She didn't dare touch me.
Justin was shaking.
He couldn't tell her because I made him promise to never tell anyone.
I was now aware of where I was, and I could hear but I could still envision my brother.
"Tell her!" I yelped. 
It was all I could manage to get out.
I heard him quickly start explaining the situation.
He looked scared.
 Maybe because he didn't want us to hate him.
I slowly started to calm down.
"Are you okay?" Justin asked, crouching next to me.
"I need a favor." I said, hesitantly because I knew this was wrong.
"Anything." he said.
I glanced at my mom, she was slowly relaxing.
I looked back at Justin, "Will you drive me to Mr. Matthew's apartment building?"
He gave me a questioning look, "Why?"
Mom gave me a nervous glance.
"Well, that guy at the club, his name is.. Nate Matthews.." I murmered.

His eyes flicked away from looking at me when I said it.
I couldn't tell if it was from shock or what.
"Hey." I said letting my hand rest on his.
He pulled it away and stood up.
"Stop." he said harshly.
"Stop what?"
"You're toying with me again. You know how I feel. I don't understand you. I know you love someone else. That guy or whatever. But this is wrong."
"You don't know anything about me!" I shouted.
"I know more than anybody, and you know thats true." he said.
"He knows more than anybody." I whispered.
"He knows about you being ra/ped by your older brother that nobody but me knows about? You don't even know him. Nobody does because he only ever came around to ra/pe you and leave. He was adopted and left because your mom left. He didn't want to be apart of your family." He said to prove a point but it did worse.
"You're doing this to hurt me!" I screamed.
"I'm sorry." he said, regret filled his eyes.
"I-I didn't mean it to hurt you." he murmered.
 

I swear, everyone on here, if we were to be found would become famous authors or famous therapists or something.

I plan on being a virgin until 18. And I'm proud cause not a lot of people do anymore.
Anyone else agree?

I've got a huge secret. Who wants to here it?

I need a 15 year old witty best friend. Any takers?

How could this have happened to me?
How could one person's life get so messed up?
I was lying on my mom's couch.
"Sweety," she said bringing me a water, "what happened?"
I told her the whole story, even the part about beating the cr*p out of Laura.
"Who taught you to fight?" she asked.
"Uhm, my ex best friend." I said.
"Ex?" she questioned.
"Yeah, you remember Justin, don't you?"
"You guys aren't best friends anymore!?" she said franticly.
"Not since he tried to kiss me, and called me a wh*re." I explained.
"I'm sure he didn't mean it sweety, he loves you."
"Will people just stop saying that? I don't care!! He was my best friend, he knows my story, and he knows I don't want him involved in my bad decisions. All he does is just try to get involved! It's not his life!" I started yelling.
"Please, don't yell. You know I don't like it."
"I'm sorry, but I can't handle him anymore." I whined.
"I guess, calling him should have came after I asked, huh?"
"You called?" I said shakily.
There was a knock at the door.
"I've got it." I said, before she could get up.
I slowly got up, and walked to the door.
I was in baggy gray sweatpants, and a white tank top with pink polkadots.
I swung the door open, and there was Justin with a single rose, in ripped up jeans and a white t-shirt.
"Hey." he said.
"Hey," I said holding my breathe, "come in."
I stood out of the way and let him in.
"I thought you hated me." he said, slipping off his work boots.
"I never exactly said that." I said, taking the rose and sitting on the couch.
Mom must have went to another room.
"You didn't exactly have too."
I twirled the rose between my fingers, "I thinnk, I'm afraid."
"Of what?" he asked sitting next to me.
"Loving you." I whispered.