Entry Thirteen

Oct 8, 2015

I don’t know what to do. Gared found out about the bruises. I didn’t mean for it to happen. I tried my best not to show anything, but when he touched my back, I couldn’t help but wince. That was all it took for him to start asking questions.

I tried to avoid it, as usual. I told him I just fell and hurt my back. He didn’t seem to believe me. He wanted to see the bruise, I couldn’t stop him. He shook while looking at me.

I wonder if he was angry or disgusted by me. He walked out of the room after a few seconds, without really saying anything. I was so ashamed that I couldn’t help but let my tears fall.

I’m just glad Mr. and Mrs. Taylor didn’t see me crying. If they did, it would have resulted in more bruises and cuts. They are not fond of tears, they say it’s for the weak, and as they didn’t want others knowing how weak I was, they always told me not to cry.

I don’t remember how long I was sitting there, and letting my tears fall. I even forgot to put on my shirt again. But, Gared came back and hugged me. I think it was the shock that suddenly stopped my tears.

I thought he was disgusted and hated me, but then he whispered the most wonderful words, “let’s get married”.

I asked why, why wasn’t he repulsed by me. He simply lifted my head and said “the only thing I’m repulsed by, are the people that treated you this way”.

I wanted to say they didn’t do anything wrong though. They were only punishing me for my wrongdoings. They never did it for no reason. But nothing came out, but a sob. My tears fell again, I had no idea why.

He said he wanted to protect me, so we had to rush the wedding. I could only nod and agree. I can’t really remember anything after that. I think I passed out after a few minutes. It was probably due to exhaustion, but when I woke up, I was in my room again. The large and pretty one, for the guests to see.

Notebook, it looks like the wedding will be sooner than I thought. I hope everything goes well.