two sides to every story.
part 8.

After awhile she finally started looking better. Everyone had gathered around trying to do anything and everything they could to help. She started looking and sounding better than she was before and had stopped throwing up. I got up, lifting her up with me. Jeremey was stronger than I am, so he helped me get her in the car. I said good night to everyone, then drove back to her house slowly. I pulled up to her house and slowly walked over to her side of the car and carried her to the front door. I rang the door bell once and waited. It wasn't much a struggle to hold her, after a couple of moments, I came to reason that her family was dead asleep by now, So I started thinking about taking her back to the car and take her to my place. Suddenly the door slowly opened.
"hello?" Her dad asked slowly.
"hi, sir, I was here earlier to pick up Leslie to take her out on our date, I'm sorry I'm returning her so late." I said nervously. He inhaled deeply, then looked at me with a slight smirk.
"how bad is she.." He asked looking at her, I could've swore I heard a light chuckle out of him.
"pretty bad.." I slightly smiled. He nodded
"follow me to her room, boy." He sighed. I nodded and walked in. He closed the door and walked me up a set of stairs with two rooms at either side of the tiny hall, and a small bathroom in between the two rooms. He lead me to the room to the left, opened the door and turned on the light. I walked over to the bed, placed her down, and put all the blankets on her, then I walked over to him slowly.
"thank you for bringing her home, you're a good man. It means a lot to me." He said. I nodded. He shook my hand, then turned off her light and we walked downstairs.
"get home safely now.. and come back tomorrow if you'd like." He said walking me to the door. I nodded.
"thanks, I will, good night." I said, and walked to my car and drove home. Once I walked in the door I went to bed. I woke up the next morning at 2 o'clock in the afternoon. I got up and took my phone with me to the kitchen.I went in the sun room and ate my bagel while starting to talk to John. He was basically just worried about Leslie, and wanted to know what happened when I brought her home last night. After I was done eating I took a shower and got dressed to go to Leslie's to see how she was feeling. I headed out the door was 3:30. I walked up to the front door and rang the door bell as I leaned against the railing waiting for the door to be opened. Leslie walked out infront of me, with some-what teary eyes, the skin around her eyes was red, like she had been rubbing them, she wasn't smiling, and her skin looked really pale, I looked at her confused.
"don't worry about it.." she sighed looking away, knowing that I was worried about the way she looked.
"how are you feeling.." I asked, changing the subject, she just starred at me, giving me my answer.
"do you want to leave?" I asked motioning to my car.
"Ok.. I just needa get dressed." She sighed, looking down at her pajamas. I nodded and walked to my car, and waited for her. Once she came back I headed towards the nearest park, just so I could park there and talk to her, I had no intention of actually going into the park. Leslie cracked a smile and just looked over at me.
"out of all places in New Hampshire to take me away from my house, you choose a park 3 blocks away from my house." She chuckled lightly.
"well, I just needed a place to park cause I wanna talk to you.." I laughed, she rolled her eyes and leaned agains the car door, getting comfortable. She sat crossed-legged and took her shoes off, I just rolled my eyes laughing at her.
"what do you wanna talk about?" she asked.
"what ever you told me you were going to tell me Friday, but never did, and what happened before I came over just now." I sighed. She just looked down, and didn't answer me right away.
"don't tell me anything you don't want to.." I said, she just nodded.
"well, last week, when you saw me sitting at that lunch table, with those girls. I don't know a single one of them. Infact, I don't personally know anyone in this school, besides now you, and your friends. Before you started talking to me, the only other person who would talk to me, and not about me, was John. Everyone else would just talk about me, and stare. I had no friends, untill you introduced me to everyone last night, and that day at lunch. That is why my dad was so grateful that you brought me home and what not, and why I was so happy that walked me from lunch to english for the last three days of school last week." She said. I nodded, not knowing what else to say.
"why were they talking about.." I asked confused.
"just talking about my family problems, and because of them I lost a lot of friends, and everyone just isolated me." She shrugged. I looked at her confused. She sighed and began telling me about her family problems.
"well, my brother had a drinking problem, so my mom kicked him out of the house, thinking that he would start getting help because he would want a place to live, but that wasn't the case, he just fled to New York with like, 4 of his friends, taking.. (she cleared her throat) children... with them. You have probably heard him in all the news reports for the past like... 5 months. Him and his friends kidnapped 4 kids." She shrugged looking down, embarrassed and upset. I didn't respond. How could I? I just starred at her, trying to reason in my head, that, that horrible man that tortured me, Lydia, Abby, and Lindsey, was related to this sweet, quiet girl sitting infront of me right now, It just didn't make any sense to me.