I seriously don’t know what to do right now.
The other night, Luc came to talk to me. And guess what? It turns out I was right about Clara. She IS seeing someone, and she IS keeping it a secret…
But it’s way worse than I thought it was.
This guy – I guess his name’s Julian – he’s twenty-four! Clara’s SIXTEEN! That’s so… wrong. I mean, if they were a little older, I don’t think it would be nearly as bad. Maybe still a little weird, but not anything like this.
And trust me, this definitely isn’t right.
Especially when I found out more about the guy – I guess he’s got something of a reputation, according to Lucas. What was it he said? “Taking advantage of younger girls”? There’s only one thing that could mean. It makes me feel sick just thinking about it.
I knew I had to do something, so I decided to go against basically every instinct I have and go talk to her. Probably not the wisest move, but what other choice was there? Clara and I don’t exactly get along very well. We never have.
But I love her. And I’m so worried.
Too bad talking to her didn’t help.
She completely flipped out at me. I knew she would. Yelling, swearing, and making me promise not to tell a soul.
I wasn’t able to get much out of her… Just that she’d been seeing him for a few weeks, Lena’s the only one who knows, it’s “none of my fucking business” what she does, and she will “murder me in my sleep” if I tell her parents.
I tried so hard to explain to her why I’m worried. But of course she didn’t listen. Clara never does.
So all I could do was agree not to tell and then get out there before she lost it again.
I went and told Luc what happened. And he has no clue what to do either. He’s starting on that whole “let’s just leave it alone” thing again. But I know we can’t. I don’t know about him, but I know I’d never be able to deal with the guilt of keeping this thing a secret. It’s not right to keep this to ourselves. I know it’s not.
Now the thing is, Clara might actually kill me if I go to her Mama and Papa about this. I wouldn’t put it past her, honestly. So telling Oma and Opa is definitely out.
But I have to tell someone, don’t I?
That just leaves one other option.