Silence Is A Virtue

Rhiannon Spencer is just your average 16 year-old teenager: hyper, hates school, argues with her parents every so often, fancies guys WAY out of her league and has serious friendship problems. Of course, being a teen, Rhiannon's diary of every day events seems outrageous, but as the pages turn, more is revealed. Deep inside lies a troubled past, and a girl who's scared of the future.
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6. Things are Looking Up

Dear Diary,

Things are looking up! Now, that I have recovered from shock, I will tell you what has just happened.

As you know, the door bell rang, so I waited for mum to get it. It's long walk from my room to the door. I think it is anyway. I heard voices, one of them a boy's- a boy I know. I heard footsteps approaching my bedroom door.

Damn it, I thought, I'm a mess. I still am, seeming as I've got red puffy eyes from my tears of joy and even messier hair.

My mum knocked on the door, as always, and enters, a familiar figure standing behind her.

"Rhiannon, you have a visitor," she said, stepping aside to reveal Edmund. My eyes surveyed the scene unveiling in front of me, looking from my mother to Edmund and back. "I'll be downstairs, call me if you need anything," she smiled, extracting herself from the scene and sneaking onto the landing, trying to make the sound of footsteps going downstairs.

I swallowed hard, trying to think about what to say. I opened my mouth several times, but nothing came out. I must've looked like an idiot, but Edmund smiled gently at me, moving across the room to sit on my bed. His eyes darted across every surface of my room, taking in his surroundings- lucky for him, I'd actually bothered to clean it.

"So,' he began, "this is where you hide away."

"I-um-well," I stammered, not being able to bring myself to ask the question the kept running against the side of my head without seeming rude. Why is Edmund visiting me?

"Rhiannon, I know." Edmund said it simply, but my brain didn't register what he'd said.

It took several minutes before I uttered: "Oh."

"I don't see you any differently, Rhi. I just wanted to offer you some moral support."

Alarm bells started going off in my head. Edmund Keer, the sexy beast that I've had a MASSIVE crush on since the beginning of the year knows that I've been raped. Oh, dear Lord of the toffee apples, WHY? And he called me 'Rhi' and not Rhiannon. Where did that come from? And when did he find out? Who told him? How long has he known?

"I was in hospital the same time you were. I had appendicitis. I remember the staff rushing you in- you were the talk of the hospital. I recognized Krissy and Maybelle from school. And your dad, I did some voluntary work with his company a few weeks before I was rushed into hospital myself."

I sat, stunned, not wanting to believe what I was hearing.

"Rhiannon, I've never thought badly of you. You're not the kind of girl who throws herself into this kind of situation. When I saw you, beaten up and bloody, I cried. Honestly, I sobbed. I was thinking 'what kind of person could harm such a placid and perfect girl?" I did some digging once I'd finished crying and found out about what he did to you. And I swore that if he ever touched you again, I would personally hunt him down.

"I didn't have to look far for my first chance to get my own back on him. I'm close with his two brothers from rugby club and they let me help them teach him a lesson. Now he's in prison and I know you're safe- but that doesn't stop me from worrying about you. There isn't a moment in the day when I'm not wondering about where you are, who you're with, whether or not you're safe."

Even when you're snogging your pig-faced girlfriend? I wondered.

"Even when I'm with Abigail," Edmund added, somehow reading my mind.

I looked at him, finally letting curiosity get the better of me.

"Why? Why do you care? We've never even spoken!" I started yelling. The truth is: I hate not being in complete control, which means that I don't like people knowing things about me without my knowledge.

"Because I think I'm in love with you, Rhiannon, and I think that I have been for a very long time," Edmund said. He spoke very slowly, hanging onto every word as if it were his last.

"No you don't. You don't love me," I sniffled, staring into my lap. "You have a girlfriend. I'm just a nobody who was unfortunate enough to have been stupid enough for falling for someone who only had one thing on his mind."

"What did he have on his mind?" Edmund asked. I stare at him. He knew exactly what I'm trying to get at.

Ethan feeds off of other people's pain after being ignored as a child. He learnt that being in pain got him attention, but his parents resented him even more for doing so, so he decided to become a bottom feeder, feeding off of pain. It didn't matter whose pain it was, but he'd been planning his pain attack on me for a very long time before he made a move. He loved watching the life slip away from me, the pain I endured to keep breathing. I fought for my life that night- I'm still fighting for it now.

Maybelle told me one Saturday afternoon after she'd seen her brother that he was changing. He'd realized what a low life he'd become and was punishing himself for it. Personally, I'm glad he's suffering in prison. If I had it my way, he'd be rotting in Hell as I write.

"Pain," I almost whispered after several minutes of silence.

Edmund looked directly into my eyes, as if he was searching for something. I felt him dive into the very depths of my soul. I couldn't look anywhere other than those bright grey eyes. The next thing I knew, Edmund had my face in his hands and was kissing me. It was amazing. And I know he won't hurt me. Not like Ethan did- nothing even close to it.

Edmund's gone home now. He has to break-up with Abigail. But he promised me that he will never let anyone hurt me. Although it is amazing having the guy you've liked since forever finally taking an interest in you, I can't help but feeling that something bad is lurking around the corner.

I must banish that thought from my mind though. I'm happy for the first time in a long time.

Rhiannon.

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