Fix A Heart

Arden isn't your average 16yr old. She has a horrible reputation. No one understands her. No one knows the real story, and she's here to tell it. How everything really is and not what other people think. This story is different than a lot of movellas out there. So, I invite you to read and listen to Arden and how her world is flipped upside down and with every turn, there's a new, not so great, path. This story reminds you never to judge a book by it's cover and how actions speak louder than words. WARNING: This movella is rated red so it says 16+


7. Truth

    Jesse's POV:   I get a little bummed out when I see Arden isn't at school today. Maybe she got the virus that's going around. It's probably better that I don't have any distractions because I've been doing pretty poorly in most of my classes lately. We've become better friends I think but I still know nothing about her. All we ever talk about is me which I don't like but she seems so interested. Now that I think about it, she's always changed the subject when I've asked about her. The only thing I really know is she's hated by everyone-still don't know why-and she loves art. When the long day is over, I head to the gym to get ready for baseball. It's packed because tryouts aren't for another week but everyone seems to be talking about similar things. Either parties or bitchy girls and even bitchy girls at parties. I ignore all the chatter until a hand is on my shoulder. Mike.

"So pretty boy, you in?"


"The party tonight."

"No thanks." Everyone starts laughing at me. Do I care? Nope.

"Oh come on Jesse, live a little."

"I might." By this time the coach comes in to call us out to the field for workouts...

    Arden's POV:   I decided to skip school today because I don't have enough physical energy. Last night was probably one of the worst beatings I've ever encountered. I was doing my rounds with Reed and it turns out the exchange was fake. I was just tagging along but that didn't get me off the hook. When you have a 200+ pound man coming at you, there isn't much you can do. I took a big blow to the head by a crowbar which was also used to hit me everywhere else. Reed managed to get me out of the fight a few minutes later but it was too late, my head was already gashing with blood. The problem is I couldn't go to the hospital because the exchange was money for drugs they didn't have so that could get us in huge trouble so I just tied a tight cloth around my head until the bleeding stopped which it luckily did an hour later. Today all the bruises are dark purple, almost black and I can barely move. Dad's been gone for about two days now so I don't have to worry about him barging in my room and hurting me worse. I hear my cell ringing and see it's from school. Why the hell would the school be calling me? I answer and I'm told to pick up my work immediately. I don't bother fixing myself up I just head straight there. It takes a long ass time to get there but I finally make it. Only the baseball team is here so I don't have to worry about strange stares. I walk into the office to receive my make up work then I'm told to stop by the art room and pick up my painting. I forgot all about my painting. I finished the other day but I missed the grading so I rush to pick it up but I'm interrupted by the baseball players walking to their lockers. I try to get into the art room but Jesse sees me...

    Jesse's POV:   I had to go get my backpack from my locker before going home but as I make my way down the hall, I see the same petite girl I did as the first day of school. Except she looks horribly hurt. I drop my bags and jog over to her but she won't lift her head.

"What happened?"

"Nothing." I gab her shoulders so she can't walk away but she flinches in pain.

"I barely touched you. What happened to you Arden?"

"Come in here." I follow her into the art room and await an explanation. She grabs her painting from the back of the room and lays it carefully beside the rest of her stuff.


"It's a lot. How much time do you have?"

"I don't have to be home till eight so more than enough time." That's when she tells me about her mom and how great she was before she died and every other detail possible about growing up. She starts to shed some tears but laughs them off as she continues.

"Then everything changed. My dad changed. He began to be very uneasy and became very violent..." I listen as she explains the struggles she's been through and I don't interrupt at all. I learn about her drug usage, drinking, cutting, occasional partying, more abuse, a guy named Reed and little stories she throws in here and there. She completely opens up to me without leaving out a single detail. 

"So that's why I get bullied by Mike. He likes to make up stories to tell the rest of the team so I get teased even more..." When she continues this time, she gets very nervous and stutters a lot. I lightly pat her on the arm to reassure her she can tell me anything.

"Before fall break-before you even came here, Mike took advantage of me on the side of the road. His two friends have done the same act only in different places. All in all I've been raped eight times I think. Three by them then twice by my dad's friend when I was younger then the other times were when I was wondering the street for drugs alone." I'm immediately disgusted. Disgusted by everyone at this school. No one knows her entire story except Reed and me. They treat her like shit and don't care-hell, Mike even hits her sometimes. She's constantly on her toes and can never catch a break.

"So that's why I was surprised you still talked to me. I figured you had heard all the rumors about me and were amused like everyone else. I've never had someone to talk to-let alone tell my story to. But I felt I owed it to you since you hadn't heard about me. At least you'll know the truth." My heart breaks for Arden. Sure she may have problems but we all do and they're all fixable. I don't hesitate to wrap my arms around her fragile body.

"I'm here for you-always. I'm not gonna turn on you-ever."


"I promise." I release my arms to look at her face. She's in a lot of pain.

"But how did you get that gash on your head?"

"My dad didn't do this. A mad man that needed money tried to sell Reed fake drugs and he called him out on it so it just kinda went down last night."

"Do you have a phone on you?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Let me see it really quick." She digs through her backpack until she finds it and hands it to me. I type my name in as fast as I can then hand it back.

"There. My number is saved. Call me anytime-I don't care when but if you're ever in trouble or just need to talk, call me."

"But what if-"

"I don't care what the reason is. I won't judge you just promise you'll tell me."

"I promise."


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