Broken •• (Diza- ON HOLD- for now)

Chapter 8: David's Birthday Party

Recap of Chapter 7:

     Liza meets David's roommates, Dom and Alex. She also starts to tell David about Peter.
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David's POV
July 23rd, 2015
3:00 P.M

     "Actually, David..." Liza started to say, but stopped because she was shaking too hard.

     That's not like the girl I met last night. The girl last night was confident. This girl isn't. Liza should know that's she shouldn't be nervous to tell me something. Is she trying to tell me about her past? I thought that we established trust in each other. Maybe it was too soon to tell. After all, I only met her last night. "Liza, you can tell me anything. I won't judge you. What's going on?"

     Right after I say that, she starts to cry. My heart dropped. It was painful to see her like this. It was painful to see her upset. It was the worst cry I've ever experienced. "Please don't cry, Pookie." I tell her, referring to our nickname for each other. She cries even more. Ugh, I wish I was good at comforting people when they are upset. "Can I... can I give you a hug?"

     She simply nods, too upset to speak. I move closer to her. My bed creaks when I move. I put my arms around her, and she placed her face on my shoulder. She continues to cry on my shoulder for a little while. I just kept rubbing her back and whispering into her ear, "Shh, it's okay. You're okay. You're safe here."

After around 10 minutes went by, she stopped crying and calmed down. But she clearly was still upset. Maybe this was the wrong thing to say, but I decided to say it anyways, "Liza, if something happened to you, I need to know." She was looking down at the ground. I take a piece of her hair, that was in front of her face, and tuck it behind her ear. "I.." I sigh. "I, uh, don't want anyone to hurt you... or harm you again." She smiles shyly, still looking at the ground.

I put a hand on her shoulder. "Liza." I say. She looks up at me. Her tear- stained eyes lock into mine. There's a look in her eyes that I can't seem to directly distinguish. In those big brown eyes of hers, I see pain. I see fear. And I can only imagine how she feels.

"Liza, you don't have to tell me right now. Tell me when you're ready. But I'm worried about you. I don't want you to be hurt like this." I tell her again. A single tear falls down her face, and I wipe it off. Her eyes fall back down to the floor.

"David." she whispers. "I'm so sorry."

"Why are you sorry? Pookie, you have nothing to be sorry for. If anything, I'm sorry that I can't comfort you, or make you feel better."

"No, David. You already have made my life better. I'm sorry for ruining your birthday. My job was to help you with making YouTube videos, and instead, I'm involving you in my stupid problems. You shouldn't have to be listening to my pity. I should go home so that you can have some fun at your party." She looks so sad, and I hate it.

"Liza, you didn't ruin my birthday. You've made it better. That's why I invited you over today. I like hanging out with you. And I'm not lying." She looks up and me, not believing what I'm saying. "Please stay. I want you here. Who else will do the splits in the middle of a party?"

She laughs. Yes! Mission accomplished. God, I love that sound. "Hey, Dave?"

"Yeah?" I smile at her.