I DON'T OWN ANYTHING EXCEPT FOR DAHLIA.
AN: sorry about that last chapter. hopefully this makes up for it. Thank you for reading and don't forget to review! Thank you to those of you who sent me those awesome and supportive reviews; you know who you are!
CHAPTER 10
Paul's POV
I was furious. She broke my new guitar. SHE BROKE MY NEW GUITAR.
"I cannot believe that you broke it! I trusted you! I just ordered it!" I yelled at her. I could see that she was getting a little scared and that John and Brian were at the ready to hold me back should I do anything, but at this point I didn't care.
"Paul, calm down. We can always get a new one!" Brian said, trying to keep the peace.
I knew that he was right, but yelled nonetheless, "IT'S NOT THAT! I TRUSTED HER AND SHE BROKE IT!" And then Dahlia fought back. "I TRIPPED OVER IT PAUL! IT WAS AN ACCIDENT! I'M SORRY!"
I grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her a little bit, saying, "SORRY DOESN'T FIX IT! SORRY DOESN'T PAY FOR A NEW ONE, NOW DOES IT?" Her bottom lip started trembling and the last thing I wanted was for her to cry but once again, I was too mad to care. I pushed her and she fell to the floor. Now she was a second away from tears. "OH, ARE YOU GONNA GO CRY TO YOUR MUMMY NOW?"
Brian went forward and helped her up. The look of hurt and anger in her eyes was a little frightening but I stood my ground. Her voice was low and deadly when she spoke, "You listen to me you arrogant prick. You do not know the first thing about my mother, so SHUT THE HELL UP!" I was a little taken aback and I said, "Oooo, I'm scared now, she told me to shut up!"
"Ya shouldn't have done that, Paul. You really should not have done that," John said. I looked at him, away from Dahlia, and noticed that he had an alarmed look on his face.
"Why not? She isn't gonna do anything," I said. I felt a tap on my shoulder and looked over just in time to see Dahlia swing her arm back before she decked me with all her might. Her fist connected with my jaw and I went down. She was a lot stronger than I thought. "Go to hell, McCartney," she snarled at me, before turning around and walking away.
I stood up, rubbing my jaw, and John said, "Serves ya right, y' know." My eyes widened and I shrieked, "How does that serve me right?"
Dahlia spun on her heel and shouted, "YOU WANNA KNOW HOW THAT SERVES YOU RIGHT? MY MOTHER IS DEAD! SO IS MY FATHER! WHEN I WAS ONE, WE GOT IN A CAR CRASH AND THEY DIED. I WAS COVERED IN THEIR BLOOD. I WAS THERE WHEN THEY TOOK THEIR LAST BREATHS. I'VE BEEN AN ORPHAN ALL MY LIFE! SO DON'T SAY JACK SHIT ABOUT MY MOTHER!" I was in shock at her admission and I said, "Dahlia, I didn't know. I'm sor-"
"DON'T. Save it for someone who gives a damn. Cos I'm done."
She walked away and that was that.