Alex's P.O.V
"So what's this all about?" I demanded when Jennifer closed the door. Jennifer sighed. "Take a look."
I gasped when she rolled up her shirt sleeves. Long scars ran down both of her arms. "Omigosh," I exclaimed. "What the hell happened?!" "My dad's what happened."
Jennifer sighed and closed her eyes as if she was remembering something awful. "It started when I went to a party and someone accidentally gave me some alcohol. My dad was so mad. He threw his whiskey glass at me. That's how I got this." Jennifer pointed to a long scar down the side of her arm. "Jennifer," Taylor asked. "Why didn't you tell us?" "I was really scared," Jennifer admitted.
"Well you're safe now," I told her. "We're your friends no matter what." "Thanks," I replied.
Jennifer's P.O.V
I cried myself to sleep that night. Why couldn't the scars go away? Why did they mock me, tell me I was to weak to save myself from my dad.
Alex must've heard me because she came in with her iPod. "Here," she handed me the earbuds. "Listen to this song."