Jax's POV

"Mom, I'm gonna head to... um, 7-Eleven. I'm craving some... chocolate." I gulp and head to the door, I rarely lie to my mother. But the urgency and fear in Zeta's voice told me it was an emergency so I needed to get to her, like yesterday.

Before I grab the doorknob, she replies, "Okay bring me back a Hershey's bar." I clench my fist and plaster a fake smile, "Okay... Love you bye." I hurry to my car and drive to the park.

Zeta was already there.

I park and before I get out, I just look at her. She was really upset and was just sitting on a swing, staring at the ground. I sigh and exit the car, locking it behind me.

With my hands in my pockets, I walked up and sat in the swing behind her. We were silent for some time, but I asked her, "What's going on?"

She replied after a sigh, "I can't tell you." I look at her and squint, "What? Then why would you call me?"

"Because you're the only person I know..." her voice trails off.

"What?" I try to look for the right words without getting angry or confused more than I already was "I thought you hung out with Emerson and her friend group or whatever. Aren't you guys... friends?"

She just shakes her head, "No. I don't have friends."

I sigh and shake my head, "Zeta, please.... just tell me what's going on."

Zeta's POV

Should I talk to him? This guy's so fricking hot, but I have never told anyone what's actually happened. He might just laugh at me and tell his friends. Or even worse, tell the principal and I'd have to be transported to a new home.

I didn't want that to happen.

I inhale the nice cool air, "Promise not to laugh?" He nodded. "Promise not to tell anyone?" He hesitantly nodded again. "My father raped me earlier tonight."

He stood up from the swing, "What!?"

"It's not the first time..." Why am I telling him all of this? "is it bad? H-He says it's my punishment..."

He didn't know how to reply, "Of course it's fucking bad! He fucking raped you!? What the hell?" he exhaled loudly "How many times has this happened?" He asked this a bit more calmly. I thought that was how fathers punish their daughters.

"I don't know. When I do something really bad." I say, quietly.

"Like what?" irritation was in his voice. Was he mad at me?

"Like talk back or disobey him or-"

"That's bad, but that doesn't mean he should rape you!" he yelled.

"Jax, please be quiet, he might hear you."

He looked at me funny, "Where do you live?"

I point to the house with the lights on, it was a few over from the park. It was because they wouldn't let me get my driver's licence that I couldn't go anywhere else. I hate them.

"Look, you need to tell the police and-" "NO!" I interrupt "I've tried that, and... it didn't end well..." a tear falls down my cheek, he wipes it away, "What happened?"

I look down and sniffle, "I went to the police and told the first person I saw... but my dad payed them... he fucking bribed them to bring me back to him if that ever happened. So they did. And... he beat me... and raped me again and again... My mother just watched... But, this time, I got pregnant..." his jaw dropped "I didn't tell my parents, and I thought that maybe I can start a new life with my kid, but as i got bigger, they got more suspicious, but... the beatings got worse and... I lost the baby."

Jax stared off into space, "Wow." was his reply. "Ever since then, I haven't talked to anyone about what they've done to me because.. I'm afraid to." Jax nodded, "I'm so sorry." I lean closer, "Is it better?" He turns to me, "Huh?" I rubbed my nose, trying to keep myself from crying, "Can life be better?" I was beginning to stutter.

"It depends." was all he told me "Zeta, it can be!" I stand up, "Really!?" He got up too, "But you have to tell someone!" I look at him with a cry, "I... just can't! I can't!" I finally just break down in tears, he hugs me with my head on his shoulder.

When I'm done, I wipe my face. I look at him, "Sorry I got your shirt all wet and salty..." He smiles weakly and shakes his head, "It's fine... I'm sorry for yelling, but... Zeta! Silence is pain! You can't keep quiet because your scared."

I was zoning out for a while, I didn't know what to feel or if I really felt anything at all, "I like pain. I thought you'd understand." I shake my head and start walking back home, but he grabs my hand, I turn and look at it, then up at him "I need to head home now otherwise they might notice I'm gone and get my ass whooped!"

"Please Zeta... just think about it..." he lets go of my hand and I just stand there for a minute. "Sorry for the hand-holding, that might've been misleading."

"W-Why would that be misleading?" I ask.

"Because I have a girlfriend," he replied.

I literally felt my heart drop to the ground, "Oh..." I say "No! No! We're just... f-friends, I just um, I... uh, needed help. But that was obviously a mistake. I should probably get a counselor or something. I didn't mean to drag you into my mess."

"No, you didn't. It's okay."

"W-who's your girlfriend?" I asked.

"Jessie," he sounded like he was mocking me in my head "you know her?"

"Yes," I say through gritted teeth "I-I need to go! Thanks for listening to me. You probably think I'm crazy now... so... I'm sorry, but th-thanks." And with that, I ran back home. I went behind the house and look through my window. All clear. I open it up slowly, slid through, and get into bed as quickly as possible. I was already in my pajamas. And in no time at all, I was asleep.

Jax's POV

I drove home with my mind vacant. I didn't know what to do; I was just speechless. I wanted to help a friend out. My girl-friend... friend who's a girl. I got back to my house and let my head drop back, What am I supposed to do?

I get inside and my mom's on the couch, "Where's my candy bar?" she asks, clearly knowing I wasn't where I said I was. How do moms always know everything!?

"Mom, I didn't go to 7-Eleven, I was at the park with a girl, but I have a good reason!" my words escaped me like a plane taking off. She stood up, "Really, you weren't?" she asked sarcastically "Who's the girl?" She crosses her arms. "Mom, her name is Zeta and-" "Is she cute?" she interrupts.

I groan, "Mom! I'm serious! Listen! She needed help. It's a long story, but... we need to go to the police!" Her expression immediately changed, "Let's go then!" she grabbed her slippers, purse, and keys and I explained the whole situation on the way to the station. I know Zeta's going to hate me, but I know that this is the right thing to do.

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