'I didn't tell you the complete truth.' I said when we were in my room.
'No?' Marthe didn't look surprised.
'I know, I should have told you. 'Cause that's what friends are supposed to do. What I didn't tell you... You probably know who The Wicked Witch of the West was?'
'Of course.'
'Well, this "Wicked Witch" is the mother of my friend.'
'What?!' Marthe looked at me shocked.
'Listen, she's not wicked, like everyone thinks she is,' I defended myself - and Elphaba.
'She changed that poor Munchkin-guy into tin.'
'To save his live.'
'She gave the monkeys wings, so they could spy for her.'
I couldn't help but laughed: 'THE WIZARD gave the monkeys wings, so they could spy for HIM! All Elphaba did was free them.'
'She hurted Glinda the Good.'
'WHAT?! Who told you that? Glinda is her best friend, she would never hurt her.'
'Glinda THE GOOD is her best friend?!'
'Yes!'
Marthe looked at me like I was going insane. 'That turns the world upside down. But still, she changed a Winkie Prince into a scarecrow.'
'If she didn't, Morrible would have killed him.'
'Alright, got it!' Marthe laughed, 'So she's not wicked, and she's the mother of your boyfriend.'
'WE'RE JUST FRIENDS!!!'
Marthe laughed: 'Okay your friend then!' but I saw in her eyes that she didn't believe me. I shook my head, this girl would never change. She could read my mind or something! But suddenly I saw something, Marthe's back was red and swollen: 'Marthe, what's that?'
She turned it away: 'You didn't see that.'
I looked at her calmly: 'I did. And now I want to know what happened.'
Marthe looked to the ground. And then she whispered: 'She whipped me.'
'What?!' I looked at her terrified: 'Why would she do that?'
'I wasn't at work. And I couldn't tell her I was with you, because then she would want to know what we were talking about and I couldn't answer.'
I was shocked: 'You were undergoing all this to protect me?'
She nodded shyly: 'That's what friends are supposed to do.'
'Lie down, I can make it better.'

'Better?' I asked.
'Better,' she answered, 'thank you.'
'Well, that's what friends are supposed to do.' I answered.
'But, you needed my help?' Marthe asked.
I immediatly became serious again: 'Yes.'
'For what?'
'I need to go away, it's too dangerous for me to stay.'
'Why?'
'Morrible.'
She looked at me in terror: 'But she's your mother! She would never... Or would she?'
I nodded grimly.
'I'll help you' she said confidently.
'Thank you,' I said relieved, 'That means so much for me.'
'Well, that's what friends are supposed to do.' she said with a blank face.
Suddenly we burst out in laughing. I shook my head: if someone had seen us, they would think we were insane. But I knew all friends could relate to that.

AN: I'm back! So let's all rejoicify! Hope you liked this chapter. More will follow soon.