Counting Stars

16 year old Lela Hemmings has never felt real love. Her father died when she was 15 and her mother died giving birth to Lela. Lela lives with her Aunt. She is depressed, insecure, and shy. She walks the halls with her head down and her mouth shut. She is bullied though. Pushed. Laughed at. Judged. Due to her shyness, she literally doesn't talk to people. At all. As a result, she is afraid to stand up for herself. Then someone walked into her life. She didn't want them to stay, but she didn't want them to leave. Can someone as simple as a person, as simple as a boy, change her life?


12. Time to tell.

Time To Tell


I pace across my bedroom. I can't believe that I am going to do to this. I have to. He can't find out from Jessica. He just can't. I hear the front door open and someone walking up the stairs. Soon my bedroom door swings open.

"Are you okay? You said there was a problem." He says immediately checking my arms for bruises and cuts.

"Actually I'm not okay." I say sitting on my bed. He sits next to me.

"What's wrong?" He says softly.

"Do you want to know what it is that I won't tell anyone?" I ask.

"Only if you're comfortable." He replies.

"I was kept away from, almost everything. My uncle, who is now in prison, saw my dads death as an opportunity to take me away from the outside world. He kept me locked in a basement. I don't understand why nobody noticed except for my aunt. She didn't know I was in the fucking basement of her house for two months. She must have heard the noise I made when I kicked a box against the wall. I was so scared. I didn't want to tell anyone because I didn't feel comfortable taking about it. I told Jessica. I trusted her. After that she started asking more and more questions. To the point I avoided contact. She didn't understand. I just found it was easier not to talk at all."

He looks at me and quickly hugs me.

"I had no idea." He whispers. He pulls back and softly kisses me.

"I am not done." I sigh. He gives me a confused look.

"I was a bitch. I watched as my closest friend was beaten and sent to the hospital more than once. I didn't even realize. Now she wants to tell everyone about my uncle." 

His face is getting red.

"Why. Why would she use that against you?" He says. He starts to stand up but I quickly pull him back.

"Ashton calm down." I say softly.

"How can I calm down?!"

"This is why I was afraid to tell you." I mumble. I guess he heard me. He laid back on the bed and pulled me closer to him.

"I'm sorry. I just don't like seeing you upset." He says quietly kissing the top of my head after I lie down.

He runs his fingers through my hair.

"Ashton, I need your help." I say.


"I need you to help me find Jessica. I need to talk to her."

"Okay. I will talk to Justin." He says.

"Thank you."

I am going to try and clear shit up before things really go down hill.

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