Broken

Fixing a broken friendship is proven to be a lot more difficult when your friend is the one who needs fixing.

WARNING: may include swearing and mature topics.

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3. Chapter One •Aaron•

Chapter One •Aaron•

I hear the pitter patter of bare feet before the door opens a crack. I glance up to find a small head poke into my room, the expression on her face is a mixture of terror and curiosity.

My lips automatically turn upward, but the gesture is forced.

She slips through the opening and makes her way towards the edge of my bed.

"Aaron I heard a noise." She says quietly with wide eyes.

"It's alright Grace, it was just me." I say as I lift her into my lap.

"Your just saying that. It was a monster, I know it." She says, short hair whipping her cheeks as she quickly moves her head to assess my room. Her eyes catch the glint of the glass and her brows draw together in confusion.

"I dropped a glass while I was on my way to refill it." I quickly lie. "That's where the noise came from. So no monsters...other then me!" I tickle her stomach before she can question what I said.

She tries to giggle quietly but I'm sure that the neighbours can hear her.

"Mom isn't going to be happy with you." She finally says once she settled down.

"Mom doesn't need to know. Just like how she doesn't need to know that your not in bed sleeping." I counter with the best mischievous look I could muster up.

"I won't tell if you don't tell." She says holding out her tiny pinky.

I link it with mine and say, "Deal."

She jumps down from my lap and tugs on my sleeve.

"Aaron, can you tuck me in?" She asks, blue eyes illuminated by the moon light.

Blue eyes that tug at my heart.

Blue eyes that are all too familiar.

Part of me wants to say no, pull my covers over my head and shut out the images. But the other part of me, the more reasonable and practical side knows I can't do that to Grace. So at last I answer, "Of course munchkin."

She smiles brightly as she leads me by the arm to her bedroom.

As we pass the other bedrooms I think about how lucky I am that my parents are deep sleepers. If one of them had come to my room they would have immediately known. At least with Grace she doesn't know what's wrong because she's too young to understand that I had purposely broke the glass.

Grace crawls into her bed and I pull the blanket over her small body. She snuggles with her stuffed unicorn, Rainbow.

The moonlight peaks through the blinds and casts a light over me. I bend down and kiss her forehead before whispering a goodnight and heading towards the door.

"Aaron?" She says in a hushed tone.

I stop by the doorway and turn around,"Yeah?"

"Were you crying?" She asks and I freeze paralyzed with shock. How did she know? The tears were gone, dried up. No evidence.

I rack my brain for an excuse, but when one doesn't come up I decide on, "I wasn't crying, silly."

"Mommy tells me that it's alright to be sad." She says, pulling her blanket to her chin.

"And mom's right. Now sleep before the monster comes." I say earning a small squeak from Grace.

"I knew that there was a monster!" She says pulling the blanket over her head.

"Monsters only bother children that are awake, so you better hurry up and get to sleep."

She put the blanket back down and closed her eyes tightly.

I make my way to the bathroom, where I peer into the mirror. Starring back is a boy with bloodshot eyes, that are rimmed red and carry bags underneath. His face is pale, almost lifeless.

I look like shit.

There was no sugarcoating it.

No wonder Grace had noticed. She was smarter then I give her credit for.

Part of me wishes that I could talk about it with her, but if I remind her of what happened she might become upset. I don't want to do that to her. It didn't take her long to get over what had happened, I guess thats what happens when your younger, it's easier to forget.

I wish I could forget.

But I couldn't, there were just to many memories to forget.

With a sigh I make my way downstairs knowing that trying to get sleep was useless. I make myself comfortable on the couch and go through the action of flickering through the channels. I'm not in the mood to watch tv but I'm hoping that it will take my mind off of the nightmare I had.

Eventually sleep finds a way to claim me.

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