A/N: Happy 2015 my friends! (I can call ya'll that right?) My year started out amazing and I hope yours did too. All the drama I had is gone now and I can dedicate myself to writing!

Anyhow, I am so excited for this one! I won't tell you why but you'll understand! As always thank you for reading and I REALLY appreciate your reviews!


Courage

"I'm done!" Rachel shouted as she gathered her things. "You obviously haven't matured and I don't want to be with anyone like you! Don't call me when you've decided to grow up!"

Before Noah could say anything, Rachel had flung open the door and stormed out. He stood stoic and watched as she got in her car and sped away.

He had seriously messed up.

"Fuck."

Rachel cried the entire drive to her father's home. Noah was a mistake. Their entire relationship was a mistake. She wanted more. She wanted a real life. Noah didn't. He wanted to party and act like they didn't have responsibilities.

She needed him to be an adult. She needed him.

Now, more than ever.

She was grateful her Daddy was home. One look at her face and no questions were needed. His hug calmed her but his apple pie topped with vanilla ice cream stopped her tears.

As he watched her practically inhale her food, he couldn't help but feel angry, these fights were becoming more frequent and taking a toll on her. Right now though, she looked exhausted, the bags under eyes more noticeable. He waited until she was halfway her second piece to attempt conversation.

"Honey? What did he do now?"

Rachel chewed slowly contemplating his question. She didn't want to tell him that she had broken up with him again. For the fourth time. In less than two months.

"He's just being a jerk," She mumbled out.

Her Daddy sighed. "Sweetheart, I'll be right here when you're ready to talk. Ok?"

Rachel nodded while he kissed her forehead. He grabbed his keys from the counter and his jacket from his chair.

"I have to go pick up your father. See yourself out?"

Rachel shrugged and watched him leave. She continued eating for a few moments, ignoring her phone. Noah was calling.

She methodically finished eating and washed her dishes. She wasn't in a hurry. Her phone stopped and she decided she needed to run away. Not really but she needed time.

She walked up to her room and found a suitcase. Even if she hadn't lived in their home for the past few years, it didn't mean she wasn't sure to keep things there. Her suitcase could tide her for a week. Maybe longer. She would need to add things but she had time. She walked back downstairs and found her key. She opened their door and shut out the light.

She threw everything into her trunk and started the car.

She was backing out when she heard tires squealing and stopping. She kept backing out not bothering to pay attention.

All of a sudden, her window was being banged and her name was called out.

Noah was frantic. His was wild eyed and desperately asking her to open the door.

Her stony faced expression didn't deter him but what he held in his hand made her realize she was making a mistake.

"Rachel! I'm sorry!"


Do you hate me? This one was so hard to keep under 500 words but I did it! AND this one is a two parter and MY FAV so far! Look out for part II soon! Thanks! BTW SEND ME PROMPTS! (I love them!)