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[Chapter Nine]

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[Chapter Nine]

Janey's POV

I drove home as quickly as possible. I didn't want my sister to see how upset her words had made me.

When I arrived home, I called Liam. I needed someone to take my mind off of things, and knew he would be the man for the job.

Me: Hey dude, you busy?

Liam: Nope.

Me: Wanna come over?

Liam: Yeah... Okay

Me: Okay, see you in a bit.

Liam: Bye.

About fifteen minutes later, there was a knock on the door. "Hey man" I said opening the door to Liam, he walked straight by me, "Hi, so what you wanna do?" he seemed a little on edge. "Thought we could watch some movies or something, just need to take my mind off things" I tried saying casually, but I think he heard he sadness in my voice. "Wanna talk about it?" he came towards me. I nodded my head; I knew he would eventually find out about my past, so why not tell him while I have it all on my mind. "Let's go sit down, my sister is at work, so we won't have any interruptions" I said walking into the lounge and sitting on the couch with my feet up. He pulled my feet to one side and then sat down the other end of the couch, resting my feet on his lap. "So" he said, after a few minutes of silence. "I'm just thinking of where to start. You sure your ready for all this?" I said, half laughing. I thought 'if he stays friends with me after I tell him everything, then I know he really is a real friend'.

So I started to tell him, from the beginning. "My mom died giving birth to me" I looked at his face to see if I could tell what he was thinking, but he just nodded his head, without saying a word, so I continued "Well, my father bought us up, well I suppose he didn't, because he hated me" I started, but could feel the tears stinging my eyes. I was waiting for him to comfort me, but he didn't, I think that's what made me wipe away the tears and carry on. If he had comforted me, then I would have probably broken down. "Hermy, my sister, raised me. She is and was the best sister you could wish for. One day, when we had both had enough, we left" I looked up at him again, and he looked confused. "What do you mean when you had both had enough?" he asked, he sounded almost angry. I didn't want to say the words, it was too much. Instead I cried. Just like I used to, when my father would hit me.

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