I looked out my window to see her. I was her neighbor. We were friends since the ninth-grade-year in middle school. I've met her husband, and was hesitant about him since I met him. I hate how he treats her. She doesn't deserve someone like him. She deserves someone better.

I'm not suggesting that she should have me. I don't want to force her to love me. Though I'll secretly love her. Not how that jerk loves her though. But because of who she is. She has been friendly to me from the beginning. It astonished me honestly. I had never met someone like her before. Always kind, caring, and always puts others first before herself.

I looked and noticed her curled up into a ball, most likely crying. I wanted to go badly hug her, to take her pain away. It broke my heart watching her like this. Ever since she was married, she rarely went outside, or smiled. I missed her smile, it made her glow than anything I've ever seen.

I decided to give her a call. I pulled out my phone, went to contacts, and called her number. She luckily picked it up, "Hello?"

"Hey. This is Derik."

Her voice seemed to lighten up more, "Hey Derik! How are you?"

"I'm alright." I knew she was trying to fake how she felt. "How are you feeling?" I asked in the most, gentlest, calmed voice I could manage. I wanted her to know she wasn't alone. That she had family and friends who wanted to help her through her trials.

As I had expected, she didn't speak for a little bit. The silence was piercing. Even with no sound, I could tell she was trying to not break down and cry. She managed a small, shaky voice, "I-I'm fine... Really."

I replied in the same tone as before, "No you're not, Amela. I saw what your husband did to you."

"Then why did you ask me how I was if you already knew?"

"I wanted you to say it. It's not good to be lying to yourself. You can trust me, too."

She sighed sadly, "I know... I'm sorry... I'm just s-scared..." I could tell her tears fell down her face.

"I don't know what to do! What if I divorce him and he tries to kill my family or friends?"

I couldn't lie to her either, I knew it wouldn't help the situation, "We need to figure out how to do it first. I actually contacted a friend who is a councoler, and knows about this kind of stuff."

She seemed a bit more hopeful, "Can we meet tomorrow morning and talk about it? I don't mean to be rude. I'm just getting tired." She giggled a softly giggle. It wasn't fake at all.

I love her laugh. It's contagious. I couldn't help but chuckle myself, "Good idea. Good night. Sleep well."

"You too." We hung up and I went to bed with a grin on my face.