Disclaimer: Don't own it (one tree hill) just playing with it.
a/n: Enjoy the chapter people. (title from the song by death cab for cutie- someday you will be loved) (I know its not an incredibly fun story and this isn't a happy chapter, but I hope you'll stick with it)
Chapter 7: Someday you will be loved
"We call that person who has lost his father, an orphan; and a widower that man who has lost his wife. But that man who has known the immense unhappiness of losing a friend, by what name do we call him? Here every language is silent and holds its peace in impotence."
-Joseph Roux
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There's a loud knock on the door, I give my father a quick scared look but he's just reading his newspaper a beer in his hand. He's obviously got a problem if he's started drinking at 10 in the morning but I've never told him to get help, I want to see tomorrow. That knock comes again but this time its joined with a ring. I'm dreading opening the door, I have a bad feeling that its Lucas and I can't deal with that, I let him in way too far and I have a bad feeling he won't stop pushing now and I can't deal with that. I need him to leave me alone, even though its not what I want its what I need. The person knocks again and my dad glares at me
"Are you going to get that?" He asks his voice plainly showing his annoyance, I nod quickly in reply and grab my big thick grey cardigan that's hanging on the back of the sofa and put it on as I walk to the door. I swing the door open and the person on the other side takes me completely by surprise. This was the last person I expected to see especially after last night. I must look astonished because they say
"Hello Brooke surprised to see me huh? Hello Mr Davies" Peyton calls over my shoulder to my father giving him a little wave.
"Nice to see you Peyton, its been a long time" My father replies politely. She then turns her attention to me while I look at her with those blonde glossy curls that look like gold shimmering in the sun, she's also looked like the picture or innocence except for now, where she looks like she has a bruised cheek and the beginnings of a black eye but I can't see as her eyes are hidden under big black shades protecting her both from ridicule and from her hangover. I wrap my cardigan tighter round myself and I close the door behind me.
"I'm really, really sorry about last night" She tells me but I can't tell if she's being sincere or if Haley has forced her to do this so I carry on staring, which seems to put her off slightly. "its just… uhm last night was a wake up call for me. I'm so sorry for what I said and I wish I could take it back but its like lyrics on a record, once you put them out there you can't take 'em back" Peyton mumbles, I think she is being sincere but it's a pretty crap apology. Maybe after all these years she's forgotten how to interact with me…
"Erm ok, is that it?" I know it's a bit abrupt, I can see Peytons eyes grow sadder but I can't help it, I need to get inside. Anyway she made her feelings pretty clear last night… "Look what you said last night, it really hurt and I didn't deserve it" I tell her, for the first time ever sticking up for myself and I turn to open the door, Peytons voice stopping me.
"Do you know why Haley and I became cheerleaders? I mean you know Haley, and well look at me, we don't exactly scream cheerleader do we? How many rock chicks and the tutor cheerleaders are there?" She tells me, the question is pretty random I think to myself, it and thw whole Peyton showing up at my door after years of no talking has caught me off guard. Whats more is I actually feel my heart sink when she doesn't say that I know her, that was a long time ago I guess.
"Why?" I ask her, curiosity getting the better of me,
"Because of you. Even though you had stopped talking to us three years before Haley and I remembered how much you went on about wanting to be a cheerleader at high school" She takes a brief pause before carrying on "Remember that summer before your mum died when you'd force us to learn some new cheer you made up and then made us use those cheers to cheer Nathan and Tim's one on one games? We actually auditioned for the team using a Brooke original cheer. We only joined because we hoped you would join and we'd get back to how it was. I was so sure you'd be there." She says the last sentence quietly and it holds so much pain my heart breaks slightly. There are tears in her eyes and she's leaning on the doorpost for support, both emotional and physical.
I remember that summer clearly, forcing Haley and Peyton to learn cheers I'd made up after Nathan forced me to watch basketball games with him. I only agreed to watch because I thought the cheerleaders were so beautiful and happy and I thought that it looked like so much fun, that summer was one of the best of my life. I feel tears pricking my eyes, and I wait for Peyton to gather her thoughts and self so she can continue. "Every year when we hold auditions I expect you to walk through those doors and show everyone how its done like that summer. I don't hate you Brooke, I never have. It just crushed me that you didn't want to be my friend and being mean to you made everything so much easier but I wasn't dealing. So I'm here now asking for you to forgive me for how I treated you and for what I said. I can't change what I've done but I can try to put it right. So…" And she stands looking at me through those dark glasses which I can't see through, but her voice is sincere and her cheeks are all red and blotchy.
Forget what I said earlier about the apology not being very good, its amazing. I didn't realise she still cared and I'm glad she does. I feel like I'm getting a semblance of my old life back, and Peyton was one of the most important parts of that old life. I've been running for so long but I don't know what from. My dad? My self? My life? All of the above? All I do know is that in the process I made the biggest circle.
I don't say any words instead I pull Peyton into a big hug, and I feel Peyton finally let go, of her emotions and of all the pain she's had bottled up inside her for the last 5 years. As I feel my neck and shoulder get wet from her tears I think about how this was exactly what I didn't want. I stopped being friends with Haley and Peyton to save them from pain not to cause it and yet that's all I seem to have done. The physical pain I can take but knowing I've caused someone mental pain? I can't take that. I stopped being their friends to make sure that didn't happen, I knew how upset they would be knowing and not being able to do anything, but that turned out to be a spectacular fail because look at us now, Peyton crying for all those lost years. I'm just looking at the futility of it all, we're back at the same place we were 5 years ago, there was no point in it at all, like I said the biggest fucking circle ever.
"I'm sorry" I whisper in her bed of curls, "If I'd have known… I was dealing, I'm still dealing with so much crap. But at 17 I'm a bit more capable to deal with it at 12" I tell her, she pulls out of our embrace. Her river of tears seems to have stopped, her cheeks red and blotchy.
"I wish you could realise how much Haley and me wanted to help we would have done anything for you" She says to me, I don't reply I know they would have done anything and everything to help but there are some things in life you just can't help with, and at 12 your even less equipped to deal with the hardships that life throws at you than at 17. I wish I could tell her I was protecting her, but my mouth stays firmly shut. I'm standing in front of the door which is closed behind me, Peyton is standing in front of me her left arm rubbing her folded right arm and she looks at the ground. "I don't think I could be like Nathan and Haley and become friends with you straight away but we could work at it and hey no more bitching." She informs me adding a smile and looking up for the last part of the sentence. I understand so I'm not deeply disappointed and working at it is better than nothing. And hey I'm also surprised Haley forgave me so quick, but she's a very special person, so is Nathan for that matter. I nod in understanding.
"See you at school on Monday" She says before she walks down my driveway to her car and away from me. I lean my head and back against the door and sink to my knees while sighing deeply. Today is going to be emotionally draining I can feel it and I don't think I'm capable of dealing with it with only about 3 hours of sleep under my belt. I finally push myself off the door, open it and walk inside.
"What was that about?" Dad asks looking up from the newspaper when I re-enter the house, his voice masking any real feelings and his face expressionless.
I shrug my shoulders "Nothing important" I say taking my seat on the sofa again and pulling my work into my lap. I'm secretly pleased that Peyton came to visit and that we're heading down a rocky road back to friendship, it'll probably take a long time because there is a lot of hurt on both sides, but at least we're setting off down that road, but I'm hardly going to tell daddy dearest that so I pretend its nothing and hope he doesn't ask anything else.
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It's about four in the afternoon when the doorbell rings again. My dad looks over from his laptop his beady little eyes fixed on me his expression pretty much says 'when did you get so popular' and well I'm thinking it too. In the past few years I've never had a single person over and now in one day I have two visitors. I don't think this is making him all that happy and he's probably curious as to what has happened that has warranted these visits. I just hope he doesn't find out about the party.
The doorbell goes and I'm pulled out of my reverie, grabbing my cardigan again with a sense of déjà vu I go to the door and look through the peep hole and see blonde hair. Why is Peyton back? Didn't we talk it all out before? Ergh I'm so not in the mood for an emotional showdown again, I think as I pull the door open not really looking at the person on the otherside of the threshold.
"Peyton I thought we got everything off our-" I start but then I see who it is actually standing there and I stop myself, this is the last thing I need especially with my dad in the other room. I walk out and gently shut the door behind me so my dad can't hear what's going on.
"Brooke…"
"What Lucas?" I reply a bit snappy and I can see hurt in his eyes, I know that I'm probably going to hurt his feelings but I can't have him snooping around. I have no idea what happened last that made me let go like that and let him in a little but it can't happen again. He knows more about me than I want anyone to know and I feel very uncomfortable. I knew I couldn't trust myself around him and yet I didn't leave when he approached me on the beach. 'Oh god the beach' I think and start to blush.
"I wanted to talk about last night" He begins to tell me, this is what I was worried about, I fold my arms across my chest and I have a very annoyed expression on my face.
"You shouldn't have kissed me" I tell him, deliberately misunderstanding what he was talking about hoping that he might get the hint that I don't want to talk about last night- well technically this morning...
"You kissed me" Lucas reminds me, his tone a biting, annoyance lacing his bright eyes, this is definitely not what he wants to be talking about, but I want to hold off talking about what I said perhaps forever, so Lucas better be prepared to be annoyed.
"Well you should have known better not to kiss me, you promised me" I lean my back against the door staring straight up at his blue eyes, he's standing straight on the steps his eyes unblinking. Personally I don't regret kissing Lucas in fact I would do it again given half the chance, but I do regret talking to him.
"I didn't kiss myself, you initiated both those kisses" Lucas says leaning against a pillar that came down from the brick front of the house, he then adds "and you know what that's not even why I came here. I want to talk about last night, can I come in?"
Why doesn't he get I don't want to talk about it? And why would he think it would be ok to come in if he, during our whole time working on the English project, was never allowed to come round to mine. What is he automatically granted access because he turned up?
"No" I reply simply, he looks like he doesn't understand or perhaps he didn't hear? Although I'm sure I said it pretty loudly. I fold my arms across my chest, a symbol of defiance, and to block myself off from him.
"To what? Coming in or talking about last night?" He says questioningly looking at me expectantly for an answer, his bright blue eyes from earlier slowly turning very dark, I guess this mini confrontation wasn't what he had in mind when he woke up this morning.
"To both" I reply, my answer is short and sweet, but I realise that Lucas needs a bit more, he deserves a bit more. "Look last night was a mistake and its not happening again" I say slowly looking down at my bare feet pulling my cardigan tighter around myself,
"Why are you pushing me away, I want to help" Lucas asks his tone almost begging, I feel bad I really do but I can't do this, I can't. I carry on looking down at my feet as I say what I have to say next.
"I don't need your help; I don't need anyone's help." I tell him, I can feel his eyes bearing down on me so I refuse to look up and into those eyes. "I'm perfectly happy and in a good place in my life." I lie, maybe if I looked up at him I wouldn't be able to say that, so it's a good thing I'm looking at feet and the oh so pretty stone floor.
"Don't lie to me, I know your lying after everything last night I know your lying." He tells me his tone filled with frustration yet spoken in such a gentle manner that I want to have him hold me while I tell him the truth but that wouldn't help any so I refuse to lift my eyes, and he sighs "You deserve better than this, I wish you could realise that you deserve soo much better." He punches the pillar he's leaning against in annoyance "Whatever it is your going through, and I have a fair idea" Lucas comes forward to try and embrace me but I pull away, I can't handle this right now, not after this morning with Peyton and the lack of sleep."I need you to know that you don't deserve it you're a good person" Tears well in my eyes, he has no idea…
"How do you know what I deserve, maybe I everything I get" I whisper, "Maybe when something bad happens to me because its karmic payback. Maybe I'm not as good a person as you seem to think I am" I tell him looking at my feet.
"No your not a good person, you're a great person Brooke! Your one of the best people I know, I just wish you could see that" He tells me with so much conviction that I want to believe him, but there's something stopping me. "And no-one deserves to go through the amount of pain you are." I close my eyes and take a small gulp of air, my head raised upwards,
"You don't know me" I tell him, my voice hitching in my throat. "You don't have any idea about what's going on with me and my life. And the truth is I don't want you to know me, anything about me." Lies, Lies all lies!
"Yes I know you, not as well as I would like because you keep pushing me away. But I do know you, and even though you aren't telling me I have a faint idea about what might be going on in your life" He seems to ignore the last sentence I said. Even though my eyes are closed I can feel his piercing eyes on me studying me and my reaction to this statement "anytime, anytime at all you want to talk I'll be there ready to listen. Your such a special person and you've quickly become one of the most important in my life. I'll be waiting for you, when your ready to talk I'll be ready to listen" and with that he takes a step forward and kisses the top of my head, I finally lift my eyes from the white stone floor to see Lucas walking down the stairs and down the path away from my house and from me, leaving me to try and keep my tears from making their way out of my eyes and down my face. I'm left feeling even more alone than before and I have no idea why.
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As I walk away I can't help but feel guilty. The truth is I can't stand there and listen to Brooke telling me that she's a bad person who deserves terrible things to happen to her its too hard to listen to and I'm just not a strong enough person, and I find it very hard to deal with. So I had to walk away before I did something that I would later regret and would definitely not help the situation as fragile as it is. When I woke up this morning I thought it would be easier to get Brooke to talk, but getting blood from a stone would be easier to talk to Brooke in this mood.
I sit down in the front seat of my truck and drive off, I look at her before I drive off and she offers me a small smile and wave but I can't bring myself to return it. When I pull into the driveway of my house I start to think about Brooke. Last night she opened up a bit to me, enough to admit there was a problem that leaves her distressed and filled with pain, and then today she just threw it all back in my face. I managed to get her to open up last night, I was let in a little but today it was like it had never occurred. Maybe she's afraid of people caring for her or maybe loving her? She may push me away and treat me like a bad dream she wants rid of but its not going to stop me. She's in pain and I'm going to try my damnedest to help her whether she wants it or not. I know the hurtful things she said was in the hopes I would get so upset that I would leave her alone so I choose to ignore them. I'll be here waiting for her when she's ready to talk.
I finally get out the truck and walk up and into the house. I can hear mum in the kitchen I can hear her singing and I have a quick peep through the door and I can see her dancing with a laughing Lily on her hip. It's a beautiful sight, one filled with so much love and I smile at myself with how lucky I've been, how lucky I am. I have a loving mother, and Father in Keith, and a beautiful little sister, maybe another sibling one day I know Mum and Keith want another baby when Lily is a bit older. This house is filled to the brim with love and it always has been, but what about Brooke? I think as I walk up the stairs, leaving a giggling Lily and singing mum behind. Her mother loved her but she died 5 years ago and she hasn't had friends for a long time. She's been so alone for so long maybe she doesn't remember what it was like to be loved and maybe that's why she pushes people away? At least she has Haley and Nathan as her friends, and she also has me but I don't get the feeling from earlier she wants that to much.
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I come down about an hour later at 6 for dinner. The aromatic smells wafting in my face as I walk down the stairs makes my mouth water and I suddenly realise how hungry I am when my stomach starts growling. I pat it in an effort to make it complacent, but I know that won't happen until I fill it with the turkey and potatoes and other glorious vegetables mum has cooked. Even though we can afford to have a chef, mum still prefers to cook for us and for the original Karen's café when she has the time.
I sit down at the table, Keith, well dad, that's still weird- a good weird but still I can't get my head around it and I constantly flit between saying the two, one day it will be second nature but for now I just need to get used to it, is at the head of the table, Mum on his left with Lily in a high chair next to her and me on his left. The table is spread with dinner; turkey, gravy, broccoli, roast potatoes, carrots, Keith even uncorks a bottle of champagne. I guess we're celebrating something, and as if on cue mum speaks.
"Guess what?" Mum asks her eyes bright and sparkling, joy in her eyes. She's looking at me expecting me to reply.
"Erm you got a promotion?" I say, I literally have no idea what the answer might be so I go with the obvious.
"You can't get further than owning a company, so no, no promotion for me" Mum laughs, Keith looks really happy too so I guess he already knows what the secret is. "I'm pregnant again" She finally says, excited would be an understatement. She looks thrilled at the prospect and I'm really happy although I did think they were going to wait until Lily was a bit older, she is only just over 1 years old.
"Congrats mum" I say happily giving her a kiss on the cheek and then going to shake Keiths hand. I also kiss Lily and ruffle her thin hair gently, she looks up at me with a big grin, "Ready to be a big sister kiddo?" I ask her just as she manages to get yoghurt in her eye and I laugh. "So long as you don't do that to the baby when it comes its all good" I tell her with a laugh as i wipe her face, Mum and Keith laugh too.
We start to eat dinner, and talk is obviously on the new arrival, turns out mum is 2 months pregnant, her and Keith want to wait until the first trimester is over before telling anyone about the baby, apparently it's during the first few months your most likely to miscarry and they don't want to jinx anything which I can respect.
"Thinking about another L name?" I ask jokingly, "Or perhaps another K name? I mean we don't want getting the mail to become too easy now do we?" I say the humour apparent in my eyes. Keith lets out a bark of laughter, Karen just rolls her eyes.
"No, Lucas, the baby will have a special name just like you and Lily and whether the name begins with an L or a Z will be up to us" She tells me matter of factly, but I can see the laughter in her eyes. As I lean to get some more potatoes, Mum starts talking again, looking straight in my eye she says "You get to pick out the baby's middle name though" I'm taken aback, I look at Keith for confirmation, who nods his head. I put the potatoes back and I grin at both my mum and Keith.
"Wow seriously?" I ask, they both nod, "That's so cool wow…" And they both laugh. I can't help but think how great my life is for the second time today before I start thinking names, I'm thinking about maybe using the name of one of my favourite authors... We carry on with dinner talking about the baby, school, work even Dan gets mentioned for a second but he is not a popular subject of conversation in this household and so that topic doesn't last too long.
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Its when we're tidying up after our dinner I start thinking about Brooke, she clouds my thoughts and I'm almost constantly thinking about her which drives me a little insane. I think about her as I'm stacking the plates and bringing them to mum in the kitchen. How can I help someone who is so unwaveringly refusing it? She needs help so I am going to help that's not the issue, I just have no idea about how to go about it! I'm now wiping down the table and I continue to think about the whole situation. And the same question keeps coming up. 'How can I help her?' Its troubling me that I don't know.
"Hey mom, can I ask you something?" I say as I bring the table cleaning spray and cloth back into the kitchen to put away. Mom looks up at me, she stops cleaning the dishes of grub and leftovers before putting them in the dishwasher.
"Sure honey what is it?" She looks at me concerned, probably because I'm looking at her troubled face. Keith walks into the room just then having put Lily down to play in her play pen, baby monitor in hand which he places on the counter in the kitchen. He wraps his arms around her his hands resting on her midriff, a smile forming on both their lips. Maybe this isn't the best time to bring this up, they're soo happy and this would probably spoil the mood.
"Maybe this isn't a good time" I tell them and I leave the kitchen and walk into the living room. After about 10 minutes they join me, I'm reading a book, 'Of mice and Men' by Steinbeck, its one of my favourites and I have a first edition copy upstairs, its my most prized possession a gift from Keith. I have Tegan and Sara playing in the background and I listen to the sweet little sounds Lily makes, she's going to start talking any day soon, and its fun listening to the process.
They sit down on the sofa, mum lying across the sofa, her back resting on the arm of the sofa and her legs placed over Keith's lap. A Book held in her arms while Keith massages her feet, a big smile on her face. Its after about an hour of comfortable silence broken only by the music playing softly in the background and Lilys little baby gurgles and attempts at words, when mum starts talking to me,
"What did you want to talk about?" Mum lifts her head from the book she's reading and looks at me in the armchair, directly opposite. I give her a surprised look "Come on did you really think I was going to drop it that quickly?" She asks, I guess not, I kind of regret bringing it up now. "You look too troubled by whatever it is, there is no way I was going to drop the subject" She tells me looking in my eye, Keith puts his magazine down and looks at me too. I guess it was foolish of me to think that the subject would be over because I didn't think it was a good time, and I guess its stupid for me to think I'm going to be able to carry on reading, considering how off putting their staring is.
I sigh, "Ok Mum Keith, I need your advice." They stare at me expecting the worst I guess. They are trying to keep their faces neutral but it doesn't stop the worried expression slowly creep on mums face, but they don't say a word so I carry on. "So I have a friend and I think she's being abused by her dad, but I have no evidence and I could be completely wrong and I have no idea what to do" It's a relief to get that off my chest. Mum looks shocked and so does Keith, I don't think they were expecting that and they don't look sure about what to say. Keith opens his mouth but then quickly closes it, he does this a few times, doing a great expression of a confused goldfish.
"Is it a friend I know?" Mum asks when she finally says something. Her blue eyes filled with horror and worry, I guess thinking about all the horrible scenarios Haley or Peyton or even Nathan could be experiencing.
"No its no-one you know Mum" I tell her, and she looks relieved for a second before realising that this person could be in pain and it doesn't matter whether she knew them or not they are still experiencing it.
"Why do you think they are being abused?" She asks me, simple enough question. I gather my thoughts, the way she acts, pushing everyone away bleeding through her top, limping…
"Well…" I say placing my book on the table in front of me, then I look up at Mom and Keith, "Well she is really closed off and she pushes everyone away which is strange because she used to be a very bubbly happy person but now… well she pretends to be happy I can tell because there is so much sadness in her eyes. She doesn't let anyone back to her house and she hates talking about her dad and the way she speaks about herself… and one day I say her and her back was bleeding through her shirt, she said she fell of a swing but that just doesn't make much sense and another time she was walking around with a limp saying she fell down some steps but she didn't sound very convincing" I tell them, I hope they don't think I'm over reacting or being stupid, I'm really concerned about Brooke and I really need their help, they should know what to do, shouldn't they?
"This is a very difficult and delicate situation. And I know exactly why your having problems, On the one hand you don't want to over react or accuse a man of hurting his daughter if he's innocent, but on the other hand…" Thanks Keith for pointing out the blatantly obvious, I know that I need help, advice of any type just so long as its helpful, that's why I asked for it.
"The other hand is too awful to contemplate" I finish for Keith. He looks at me, sadness in his eyes.
"I suggest go to the police, make a complaint they can investigate and if he's guilty well they'll find out" Mom tells me, I look at her, that will only be a last resort. Calling the police might only make things worse for Brooke and show nothing. The police might not even take me seriously without any evidence, Mr Davis is a very powerful man in this town.
Silence reigns for a number of minutes, Mom and Keith trying to think of some better advice to give me, while I'm trying to think how Brooke is, I hope she's alright. I hear crying and we all look up, Lily who has just learned how to walk seems to have fallen over and is crying her little eyes out. Keith makes to get up to pick up Lily and comfort her but I get there first and scoop my beautiful baby sister in my arms making soothing noises to calm her down which works after a couple minutes. She looks up into my blue eyes with her own beautiful clear sky blue orbs, glistening from all the shed tears some of which are still clinging to her eyelashes. As I look down at my little sister I suddenly feel protective, I would never let anyone hurt her and I don't understand how anyone could want to hurt something they love. How could a father ever hurt his daughter? Aren't they supposed to love them deeply? I thought there was supposed to be a special bond between a father and his daughter? Well I'm going to protect Brooke from him as best as I can.
--B--
I look as Lucas walks away, maybe pushing him away wasn't the best idea in the world but I just can't deal with it all. I was right when I thought today was going to be an emotionally draining day. I watch as he gets in his battered old truck and drive off. He looks back at me just before he goes and I give him a small wave and smile but he doesn't return it, he seems to be really upset and I know that its all my fault, I caused someone pain again but I just can't have him meddling with my life it will just make everything so much worse.
For the second time in the day I place my back on the door and then sink to the ground. My face wet with the tears that are falling. After 5 minutes I pull myself together and I walk to my car to check myself in the sideview mirror and make sure that I look presentable, so that when I get inside so that very few questions are asked about this little visit.
I finally open the door and walk inside with all the confidence I can muster. My dad see's me walk in the house and slams the lid of his laptop with a lot of force which makes me flinch. I try and pretend that nothing has happened and I walk into the kitchen and turn on the coffee maker making myself a fresh cup of decaf. I can feel him walk up behind me and I try to stay as calm as I can even though I feel the exact opposite and want to run away screaming.
"Slut" He hisses, his voice full of malice, my face cringes at his choice of words and the tone at which he says it at but lucky my face is turned away from his. I don't say anything, hopefully he won't be too mad. "You're sleeping with that boy" He says angrily down the back of my neck, using the same malicious tone. I close my eyes, hopefully he'll just speak to me today and do nothing else. I fervently pray that this will be the case, but I know I'm asking for a miracle.
"No I'm not" I reply hotly to that allegation. I've never had a boyfriend and I've never slept with anyone, I don't appreciate being accused of things I haven not done.
"Was that Peytons boyfriend? Sleeping with Peytons boyfriend, classy" But my denial seems to have fallen on deaf ears, he's ignoring what I'm saying and seems to have his own scenario about what has been 'going down' and done his own little brand of maths adding one and one and come up with 150.
"No you've got it all wrong" I say desperation tracing my voice "Please daddy nothing happened between us" I'm starting to get frantic, this could really push him off into the deep end and that's really, really bad for me.
"Are you calling me an idiot?" He asks his temper flaring "Well I am not a fool and I know theres something going on between the two of you. I know you were out last night, probably with him" He spits the last bit of the sentence like it disgusts him, I close my eyes "I'm not going to have a slut for a daughter."
"That's not what happened daddy" I tell him, I'm getting more distressed by the minute, I open my eyes to see the rage in my dads. 'This can only get worse' I think to myself and I'm terrified
"So what happened?" He yells at me, spit flying onto my face
"I can't tell you" I cry, that's going to get me into so much trouble but I can't help it. I'm not going to tell him about the party, which despite some drawbacks was the best night of my teenage life and I'm not going to let him ruin it.
He punches my face and the force turns my face round and I hit the corner of the cupboard, just above my eye, knocking the cup of boiling hot coffee down my arm. I scream out in pain, but he just seems to ignore, my pain. He grabs me tightly by arm and drags me to my bedroom.
"You are not leaving this room until you admit what you did with that boy" He tells me grabbing my phone and laptop as he leaves. I'm left in my room, crying my tears all alone with my teddy bear. Blood streaming from the cut above my eye, and my cheek feeling sore from the punch. My arm also hurts but my cardigan took the burnt of the boiling coffee and I don't think its going to burn all that much I think as I get off my bed and walk to my en suite to put it under cold water.
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Cruelty, like every other vice, requires no motive outside of itself; it only requires opportunity.
-George Eliot
A/N: here's the next chapter I hope you thought it was halfway decent. I'm sorry it took me so long to get it out but I wasn't so sure what to write. I have some writers block at the moment and I think the chapter suffered because of it. Anyway the next few chapters will take a while to get out because I have some exams coming up. (oh and i've written a chapter for a new story, its called someday, i know i probably shouldn't start a new story when this one isn't finished but i just really got inspired for it so have a little lookie at that one too if you want)
If people could help me with some ideas? Only I know how I want it to end I'm just stuck on what should happen in the middle chapters. I'll totally give you credit if I borrow an idea.
A thank you to my awesome reviewers, I love reading your reviews and to others who read the story let me know what you think, good or bad it helps with the story XD
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