Hope

"I fell." Alandra answered simply, carefully avoiding his scrutenizing gaze.
"I've told you this before. You get too involved or he kills you, whichever comes first." Alandra examined her fingers curled tightly in her lap. She really wished Zac hadn't come over. She didn't need Zac's advice for her lovelife. Besides. What did he know? He'd never had a steady girlfriend. Sure, he'd dated, but nothing serious.
"I told you Zac. It wasn't Andre's fault. I fell down the stairs." Alandra looked directly at Zac as she punctuated her sentence. She was bound and determined to convince Zac of that fact. Zac staired right back at her, holding her gaze.
"I'm not stupid Alandra. I know Andre did it. If you were going to try and convince me that you fell, you should have tried to cover up the bruises around your left wrist. You don't get those kind of bruises from stairs. This is becoming a pattern. Every time you "fall", you hide and try to pretend you're not even alive. You need to find something more useful that lying and hiding." He looked at Alandra for a second, then turned and left her room.
Alandra sat and staired at the empty space Zac had just occupied silently.
Zac left Alandra's house and headed for his own next door. 'Why did she do that?' He wondered. He shook his head, completely not understanding. Girls totally confused him. Maybe he'd consult his brothers, if they were there.
Alandra got off her bed and crossed the hall to the bathroom, to examine herself in the mirror. Her usually neat sandy blond hair was a mess. She hadn't fixed it before Zac had surprised her with a visit. Her blueish green eyes looked tired. Her normally tanned complexion was pale, with a tint of yellow along her right cheek. "That one's gonna be a doosy. I'll have one heck of a time trying to cover that bruise up." She told herself softly. She looked at her wrist. There were black and blue marks around it where Andre had been holding to her. Her upper arms too. All bruises. Maybe Zac was right. Maybe she should leave Andre. But she was too scared, she could admitt. Deep down, that was the reason she hadn't left already. 'Maybe I'll try talking to him today if he's not high.' She applied a little concealer to her cheek, put on blue jeans and a light long sleeved shirt, and brushed her hair. "Maybe I should just call instead. I think I like that idea better." She nodded, then went to dial Andre's number on her phone on her room. When she picked up the reciever, she noticed her hand was shaking. She moved a quivering hand over the numbers and called Andre's house.

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