My dad kept waking me up during the night. I know he had to, but it was annoying. He left early the next morning, after I convinced him that I was OK and he mentioned he would be spending time with Billy this weekend. Sore, but OK, I got up, and got something to eat before going into the living room. Now, when I'm really, really bored I draw. It keeps me occupied, and although it didn't stop my head hurting, it helped. I drew some random doodles, thinking of something that would take a while. I started daydreaming, not paying any attention to what I was drawing. I looked down and saw several little 'A's with hearts around them. I had an idea, and started drawing. It took a while, but I ended up with a drawing of Alice. It looked just like her, not that she'd ever see it. I don't like people seeing my stuff. That had taken a while and when I looked at the clock, it was only 11:30. I closed my eyes, leaning my head against the back of the sofa. I thought I had taken longer to do that.

I must have dozed off, because when I sat up it was 1:45. I sat up, stretching. Laying on that sofa, wasn't the most comfortable thing in the world. I stood up, putting my drawing on the table. I was going to put it somewhere else before Alice came over. My head was really annoying me, so I had to take something for it.

Angela arrived a little while later, asking me what the Hell happened to me this time. We went up to my room, and sat on my bed. I told her what had happened and she asked to see my head. I showed her and she went kinda pale.

"Ouch. That looks sore."

"It is. Alice said she's coming over later, so could you"

"Yeah, I knew she would be. Can I listen to some music? If it's going to bother you, I won't."

I passed her my iPod.

"Any new photo's and Eric will be single, OK?"

She shook her head, taking it.

"Oh please, you'd never hurt me. And what would I take photo's of? I only took that because I was bored, but I doubt she was complaining."

"Yeah, yeah. Don't. Delete. Anything."

She promised she wouldn't and told me about her weekend. Apparently, she spent some time with Eric. I was glad to hear that, she had been spending so much time with me lately.

"Yeah, he was really upset about what happened."

"It wasn't his fault, how was he after that?"

She shrugged.

"He was sore, upset and worried. But, I managed to talk him around."

"Do I want to know?"

She threatened to hit me with a pillow, but didn't.

"Do I want to know what really happened on Saturday?"

There was a knock on the door, which saved me from answering her.

"You're lucky."

She grabbed my headphones, as I closed the door.

I opened the door, and saw a very concerned Alice. I let her in, and was immediately wrapped up in a hug. I felt her kiss my shoulder, and take a deep breath. She took a step back, looking at me.

"Are you OK?"

I led her over to the couch and sat down.

"I'm fine. Sore, but OK."

She sat next to me, holding my hand. She noticed my drawing which was upside down on the table. I knew I'd forgotten to do something.

"What's that, baby?"

She picked it up, turning it over.

"This is beautiful. I didn't know you liked to draw."

I blushed, as she looked at the drawing. I hate people seeing what I do.

"You weren't supposed to see that."

I shrugged, watching her.

"I did that this morning. I wasn't feeling great, and was trying to keep my mind off of it."

She turned to me, smiling. She still had the drawing in her hand, and I had a feeling that I wouldn't be getting it back.

"Well, I love it. You're pretty talented."

I looked away, blushing. I didn't think I was any good.

"It's not that great. But, why do I get the feeling I'm not getting that back?"

She smiled, looking back down at the drawing.

"Would you mind if I"

"Keep it. I'm glad you like it."

She put it next to her stuff, making sure nothing would ruin it. I had some stuff which would stop it smudging but it took a few hours to dry.

"I have some stuff to stop it fading. I could have ready on Wednesday for you?"

She looked down at it, thinking.

"Will I actually get it on Wednesday though? I get the feeling you don't like people seeing these?"

"I just do them, when I'm not feeling great. So, most of them aren't great."

She shook her head, thinking I was being silly.

"Don't be silly baby, I love it. But, how are you feeling?"

"Sore, but OK. What about you?"

She looked down at the drawing, and back at me.

"I'm fine. I'm not the one with stitches in the back of my head."

But, I wasn't the one who closed up the previous day because her girlfriend was an idiot, was I?

"I'm fine, pixie. Trust me, I'll be OK. I fell yesterday, and hit my head. Your dad is really nice. he fixed me up and mentioned you. My dad told him I take chemistry and I was focusing on not mentioning anything I shouldn't."

She seemed to understand. I didn't want to say anything that could make either of them think she was anything but my teacher.

"I know. I'm more concerned about how you managed to do that."

She gestured to where the stitches were hidden.

"To your head."

"I never denied being a klutz. Remember that day, I knocked all of this papers out of your hands?"

She laughed, looking at me. She squeezed my hand, and I started rubbing the back of hers with my thumb. She didn't say anything, so I continued.

"Oh, I remember. I couldn't get over how cute you are when you get all flustered."

I turned bright red when she said that, because she made me look at her.

"I'm not the only one. I could've said I was going to tell my dad about us, and wouldn't have heard me."

She couldn't argue with that. I could've said anything to her.

"Yeah, yeah. Where's Angela?"

"Upstairs, listening to music."

She nodded, looking at me.

"Baby, about last night"

"It was my fault, I shouldn't have said anything."

She shook her head, looking away. But, she didn't let go of my hand. She was holding it pretty tight, almost to the point where it was uncomfortable. But, I had a feeling she was about to tell me something I wasn't ready to hear so I held her hand, not letting go.

However, I wasn't expecting her to take off her jacket. She had a short sleeve shirt on underneath. I'd never seen her wear a shirt sleeve shirt before, and when I look down at her left arm, I knew why. There was a long white scar on her arm, stretching from her wrist halfway to her elbow. It wasn't exactly a thin scar and looked painful.

"That's 4 years old. That's what I meant last night."

I didn't know what to say, except that I'm a complete idiot, but I didn't open my mouth.

"I'm sorry Alice, I didn't mean"

"It's OK, baby. You would've seen it eventually. That's why I said I'd tell you today, I wanted to show you this."

I looked up at her, but didn't say anything. Truthfully, I was still having trouble with how someone as amazing as her, went through that horrible.

"I thought"

"That you said something stupid? Of course not. I was trying to make you feel better about your head, and when you asked me why I knew getting stitches out doesn't hurt that much, I couldn't exactly tell you like that."

I understood, but still felt like it was my fault.

"I understand that, and don't apologise again. OK?"

I swear, this woman can read me like a book.

"Am I that easy to read?"

That made her smile, and she took my hand again. I started rubbing the back of hers with my thumb again, and she didn't seem uncomfortable.

"Like a book, baby. Come here."

She moved closer, and I moved my arm so we could cuddle a little. She moved, and wrapped my arm around her. I always make sure that she's comfortable with how close we are, but this surprised me.

"You OK, pixie?"

She looked up at me. I was surprised by this, she had never done this before.

"It's fine, baby. If you're not"

"I'm fine, pixie. I'm just making sure you are."

She kissed me, laying her head back down on my shoulder. This felt nice, and I was glad that she felt comfortable enough with me to do this. She generally didn't like physical contact, so this was huge progress. But, I wanted to make sure she was really OK with this.

"I'm fine, baby. I told you, this feels good when I'm with you. You're the only person other than my parents and my family I feel OK around. Which reminds me, I'm leaving on Sunday to go visit my parents for thanksgiving. I thought we could spend some time together on Saturday?"

I nodded remembering what my dad had said.

"Yeah, my dad won't be here, so I won't have to worry about that."

"Good, because I have somewhere I want to show you."

"Really?"

She looked up at me, and knew I was going to try and drag it out of her.

"Yeah, and no I'm not going to tell you. I just have somewhere I'm going to show you, I'll pick you up at 9:30, OK?"

Is she always up that early at the weekend?

"OK."

We stayed like that for a little while longer, before she left, telling me she would see me the next day.

"And I expect to see that drawing on Wednesday."

I shook my head, and kissed her as she left.

"Don't worry, you will. See you tomorrow, pixie."

"OK baby."