We're baaaaack! :D
damn.. we sure did miss you guys!
We've finished school, our exams are over, and prom has been and gone! :P
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has ever had it! :)
Anyway.. we hope you enjoy Dirty Little Lies as much as Dirty Little Secrets!
ENJOY!
~Chapter 1~
Chad's point of view
She hasn't woken up. My baby. My little girl.
I don't know how long I've been sat here holding her hand, but i don't care. All i care about is when she is going to wake up and get those horrible tubes taken out of her.
Everything from the crash is just a blur. I remember being in a kind of limbo state, everything was black,
but i could feel myself being pulled from the icy cold water and into a warm blanket.
The doctors say i kept drifting in and out of consciousness for around 8 hours, apart from that i had a sprained ankle.
Like i cared about any of that when my precious daughter lays, dying, infront of me.
I want to do something to help, but i know that anything i do right now is usless.
Doing nothing to help my daughter survive makes me feel like an even worse father then i already am.
Ever since her mother died I always seemed to take my anger out on her. I would just loose control and lash out at her. Everytime i saw the panic in her eyes i wanted to stop, i knew i should, but i couldn't.
On top of that, i didn't even know my other daughter exsisted! I suppose she escaped me and my anger.
Although.. Living with an alcoholic mother doesn't seem to be the best way to live. I can't believe cute,
innocent, perfect little Sonny Munroe would turn to the drink.
All because of me.
Maybe if i had stayed with her she wouldn't have turned out like that.
Beth would have had both parents.
Laura would have lived.
CeCe would having a loving mother.
Everything would be perfect.
Sonny's point of view
I stood, leaning against the door of room 7A. As i peered in through the small window in the door, staring at Chad,
I lightly stroked the four stitches that lay on my hairline with my swollen hand.
I knew he felt bad for leaving me, and i know he had his reasons.
I wanted to forgive him, but there is something inside of me that refuses to let him back into my life.
When we met in our favourite cafe, i couldn't wait to tell him that i was pregnant, but before i got the chance, he ended it.
From that moment on I tried so hard to be both a mother and father to Beth, but as she got older she started asking about her father, and i couldn't stand lying to her.
Finally, i cracked.
I turned to the devil in a bottle and completely forgot all the needs of my only daughter.
I was a coward. Instead of facing my problems and fears, I hid them with the sent of wine.
All these thoughts rushing through my head made my tounge long for the taste of any alcoholic drink i could get my hands on.
I knew that i couldn't go back, but i could feel my feet starting to twitch, wanting to get to the nearest bar. I needed a distraction.
And my distraction was sitting behind the door that was now opposite me.
We had to work out our problems for Beth, and CeCe. All i needed to do was push open that door and talk to him.
It's easy.
If only that was true. If only i could go in there and tell him that, no matter how much he hurt me, i never stopped lov-
I mentally slapped myself for almost finishing that sentance. My head is still all dizzy from the crash, I don't feel that way about him. I refuse to believe it.
But something in my heart was telling my brain it was lying.
I needed to talk to him.
I took a deep breath and stepped inside the room.
Chad turned around to see who had entered.
I closed the door behind me and found my strength to speak.
"we need to talk."
I sure do love my cliffhangers!
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