Hi everyone. I only wrote this in an hour, so it might be horrible and filled with mistakes so srry :0 Anyway, I hope you like it--R&R plz!
Chapter 4
I woke up to the sound of wheels against the hardwood floor.
Uh-oh, I thought, instantly knowing something was up.
I pushed myself off my bed and tip-toed down the stairs, noticing Gia's door was still closed and not wanting to disturb her. I knew I already had done enough harm.
When I reached the bottom of the stairs I was facing my father's back. He was on the phone, talking quietly and quickly. The only words I heard were 'Gia' and 'divorce'.
He shut his phone closed then turned to me and practically jumped out of his skin.
He grasped where his heart was (if there was one under there) and gasped "Oh, Demi, you startled me. I didn't hear you come down."
I ignored him. "You're divorcing Gia." I said, more of a statement than a question.
" Oh, um you heard the conversation?" I nodded. "Well it's not that the divorce is for sure, I'm just going to give Gia her space and..we need to discuss the situation over our little…break from each other." He looked nervous the whole time while saying this.
"Well, where are we going then?"
"I will just be staying at the Pierre Terrier up the road here."
"You mean the one that's, like, fifty miles up the road?" I asked.
"Uhhh…yeah. But you can still come visit me all the time, like on the weekends or—"
"Visit?" I cut him off. "You mean I'm not even coming to stay with you?"
I swear he almost cringed a little at my bluntness. "That is correct." He finally said, staying ever so buisness man-like.
"Um, then where the hell am I going to say?" I put on the attitude.
"Don't use that vulgar language around your father." He scolded.
"Don't dump your daughter on the side of the road." I shot back.
He sighed, clearly not wanting to put up with me any longer. "You will be staying with Gia for the time being."
" And did she agree to this?" I said snootily, knowing I was making it worse for him, though I really didn't give a damn.
He gave me a disbelieving look. "Yes, of course she did, do you think I would actually disappear just leaving a teenager with her without her consent."
I was about to say yes, but her stopped me by putting his palm in front of my face. "Nevermind don't answer that."
We just stared at eachother for what seemed like hours before he looked down then walked over to his bags, lifted them up, then awkwardly pulled me in for a hug saying good-bye while I stayed in my statue arms-crossed position.
He walked back to the door, pulling at the knob.
"So that's it?"
He turned his head towards me.
"You're just going to give up? On your marriage? On the woman you love? On your own baby?"
He opened the door, clearly ready for an easy exit to this conversation, but I wasn't going to let him get the benefit of the doubt.
"You're doing it again!" I shouted. "You're doing just what you did to mom! You were the reason for her dying! You killed her!"
With that, he slammed the door, those words hitting home in the guilt factor.
All was quiet for a while, me just standing there looking at where my father had been. Then I heard a door opening upstairs and quiet footsteps making their way down the hardwood floor.
Gia stepped out in front of me and put her arms around me, pulling me in for a close hug.
I knew she heard it all.
Suprising myself, I hugged her back and placed my head on her soft, blue robe, letting all my tears fall and soak into the silky fabric.
We didn't say anything at all for a long time, her just rubbing my back and me just getting her robe all snotty.
Finally she pulled away and I wiped my nose. "I-I better go get r-ready for sc-chool" I said, sniffling.
Gia just nodded so I took that as a cue to go upstairs.
I let all my wash away with the steam that filled the air. When I stepped out and looked into the mirror, I felt this strange tingling sensation. I looked at every delicate feature that was planted on my face.
I had clear skin, a slopey nose, plump lips. Chocolatey-brown eyes that were accented by naturally-long lashes. My eyebrows were thick and strong-looking. But lastly I noticed my chin. It had a clef in it, which I usually cursed, for I thought it was so ugly-looking. But now taking a second glance, I liked it there. It had this unique twist and my face without it would be nothing special.
I glanced at the pile of make-up on my counter, most of it black or at least dark, smiled and walked away.
I got downstairs to see Gia making scrambled eggs. "Mmm, that smells good."
She turned around to see me. "Oh, don't you look gorgeous today."
"Are you trying to say that I usually don't?" I joked.
"No, no. It's just I've never seen you go au natural."
"Oh, well I guess I decided that I needed some change in my life."
She just smiled and went back to the eggs.
I told her I had to go, got in my Toyota and drove off.
The moment I parked in the school's parking lot, I immediately wanted to back away.
Ever since the whole incident with Hannah and Nick had gotten around, I had been getting a lot of stares from freshman to seniors. But I never got any like this.
I walked down the hallways, peoples heard turning down the row of lockers like dominos falling.
So, I hadn't not worn makeup since about fifth grade, back when I was a nobody (weird how things go in a complete circle, right?). And so, I hadn't worn a skirt this whole year and now I was sporting a bright pink mini along with a flowy purple top, although I kept the sneakers. But that didn't give anybody a right to stare, did it?
I just kept my shoulders back and head held high, hoping my stride exuded confidence, not cockiness.
Then I saw Hannah in the same outfit, only Jimmy Choos strapped on her feet and I butterfly headband placed in her wavy blonde hair.
With her cute accessories and hot athlete on her arm, she looked girly and sweet. I just looked like a girl from juvi who was accidently locked in a Barbie store, and came out with this on.
Hannah saw me and looked surprised, waving her 3-finger wave at me.
Nick, looking towards the direction Hannah was waving, gave me this weird look and I wanted to melt there, I was just hoping Dorothy would come with a bucket of water to do so.
Ok, bad ending, yes I know. But if I kept going I have no clue where I would have been able to stop it. Next chapter I think you will find out (at least most of) what happened between Nick and Hannah and why Demi hates them or whatever. So plz R&R (cuz I havent been getting like any!) If you want to find out. thnx ~xoxo~ T.A.
