I feel in the mood for this story. Some reason. Reviews once again, for the thousandth and one time are GREATLY appreciated. Honestly, I don't know what else to say. I am afraid if I don't say 'thank you' every chapter, that I will lose reviews. But, if you are a loyal reviewer I think that is awesome. People who review, when really, they get nothing in return except a 'thanks' are really cool people. They care. Okay, I am done. Just to inform, the whole 'father' part in this story is kind of based on my own father in real life. In other words, the flashbacks are close to what happened to me. I may change it to suit the story, and add some more, but you catch my drift.

Chapter 4

Dana POV (And will be for the rest of the story. It is surrounded around her.)

"I know, right?" She said, and looked in her drawers for something to wear to bed. I turned back to my homework and began to work on it again. Wasn't this just a great day. My father is still trying to talk to me, and Damien and Logan are going out. Wonderful day, don't you think?
I quietly slipped into my bed after I was caught up with all of my homework. The two girls were already asleep, and the last thing I wanted to do was wake them. I couldn't imagine the catastrophic events that would happen if I would ruin their sleep. It's safer to abide by their rules, and follow. Although I will not budge on certain things like getting my nails done in a French manicure. Wearing the clothes they wear. Ever so quietly I moved slightly to be able to reach my i-pod on my white wooden bedside table. Turning down the volume dramatically, I switched it to Panic! At the Disco's, 'Build God, Then We'll Talk'. My favorite song of theirs. I am into more of the alternative rock music. My eyes became heavy, and I turned off my i-pod, deciding getting some sleep would be a good idea.

"Logan! He is so sweet! He is awesome! And he will be here for our movie party! It's Wednesday, so only two more days!" What a pleasant thing to wake up to. Damien's gushing about Logan. Oh how I would like to go and throw up at this second.

"Dana, you're up," Dakota greeted. Hey, well, it's better than 'Logan is so great.'

"My eyes are open, aren't they?" I asked sarcastically. Shit. Bad move.

"What's your problem this morning?" Dakota asked, looking offended. I had to think of something quick.

"I'm just tired," I saved myself.

"Well, suck it up. We have classes today." I hate it when she does this. I was going to try and avoid her the rest of the day. That wouldn't work; I would somehow run into her, considering I have three out of six classes with her. Hopeless, is what I was. Getting ready, I got all my homework, prior, together. Rushing out of there as fast as I can, Damien stopped me before I could escape. Damn it.

"Aren't you going to wait for us?" Damien asked.

"Uh, yeah," I gave up. I was stuck, and there was nothing I could do about it. Like Dakota said, I need to suck it up.

"Logan's walking with us too," Damien said. Exactly what I want. My day is becoming brighter and brighter. I already knew this day was going to be horrible no matter what.

"Great. Would you stop talking about Logan for God's Sake Damien?" Dakota asked. She was getting aggravated, just like me. I could tell.

"I'm sorry you are so jealous. You did the same thing when you went out with him. Get. Over. It. It's my turn," Damien said. Good lord. It's her 'turn'? They go through guys like Kleenexes.

"Whatever. Dana who do you agree with?" Dakota asked. I hate it when she does this. When THEY do this. Ask my opinion.

"I think Logan is a waist of time. That is my opinion," I said through clenched teeth while walking to our first period with the two of them. Logan soon came over, and walked beside Damien.

"Well how are you today? Oh, you must be fine since you are with me," typical Logan said. Damien laughed her cute little laugh and play-hit Logan in the stomach.

"Rock hard. Yes, I know," Logan smiled. Glancing at me, I mustered the biggest sneer I possibly could. No smile would be coming from me today unless one of those three fell off of a cliff and hit some tree branches on their way down. Harsh? Hardly.

"Well Logan, I'm glad you are happy with Damien," Dakota said, but she didn't mean it. I knew she didn't mean it. And the rest of them knew she didn't mean it. It seemed Logan was trying to think of something to say.

"Me too." That is not the reply Dakota wanted, and I could tell by her scrunched up nose. Logan turned away from her, and paid his attention to Damien. I knew Dakota was now going to pay a lot of attention to me. Try to make Damien jealous. Nothing that is happening is really new to what has been happening. Just as we were arriving to media class, Logan sat next to Damien, Dakota next to Logan, and me, of course, on the end next to Dakota. Living this new life of mine has made me think how badly I want to havemy old group back. Sure, the attention and respect from others is great right now, but I just can't be myself around them. I looked around me, and behind me to see Zoey taking notes. I smiled slightly remembering all our good times together. She looked up from her excessive note taking and looked at me. No sign of anything on her face. She stayed blank and turned her head away from me. I turned myself around, wanting more than anything to go back in time. Go back in time and change this whole event! But there is no way I can go back now.

Lunch came soon enough. I sat by Dakota.

"Where is Damien?" Dakota asked, scanning the cafeteria.

"I don't know." My lunch at the moment didn't look to appetizing. Dakota nudged my side, and I looked up. Damien, with Logan by her side and Brendan walked over. Brendan is your typical pretty boy like Logan.

"Well hello there Dana," Brendan said, taking a spot by me. I hate Brendan with all my fibers being. He is a miniature Logan, with worse pick-up lines, and a worse smirk. He is horrible at arguing, and completely not my type. I didn't answer, and stuck to staring at my food. I ate a couple bites.

"This food is disgusting. Do you know how many calories are probably in it?" Damien said, crinkling her nose in disgust. There is another reason why I dislike the two of them. They have nothing useful to talk about besides calories, and the latest gossip. I rolled my eyes and stuck a huge bite of macaroni and cheese into my mouth. Basically trying to say, 'I don't care. You need to shut up and find something useful to talk about.' I don't think she paid any attention, but Logan smirked.

"Dana doesn't seem to care about the calories," Logan pointed out.

"Why are you so concerned?" I asked. Brendan interrupted.

"I like my girls who pay attention to their health." Oh yeah? I will give him something to pay attention to.

"Oh you do?" I asked, seeming like I cared. "In that case..." I ripped open my cookie wrapper and took a huge bite out of it. As soon as I finished chewing, I went on, "Well, I guess I am not the right girl for you." Logan laughed. Brendan gave me an evil look. Like I care.

"Well babe," He started.

"Don't call me babe."

"Well Dana, I am going to be at your little movie party Friday, and we will have a lot of fun." I hate this. I hate him. I hate all of this. I hate everything in my life right now. We are NOT going to have any fun. The bell rang, saving me. Dakota and Damien had their next classes together and began walking together. Logan gave Damien a quick peck on the lips, and my stomach churned. My next classes arewith Logan. Oh, how much fun.

"Good one," Logan said, walking near me.

"By that you mean...?" I questioned while throwing my trash into the garbage cans.

"Back there, the whole cookie deal. Classic," Logan answered.

"Why are you walking besides me?" I questioned. I want to be alone. By myself. Can't he understand?

"Because I can. I don't want to walk alone. It will make me look bad," Logan said. Oh really?

"Really? So I am just someone to make you look good?" I asked stopping in my tracks. How dare him. He was about to open his mouth before I continued. "No, I don't want to hear it. I don't want to walk beside you and make you 'look good'. I'm sick of it all! Get away from me." So I had some anger built up inside of me. I tried to speed up ahead of him, but he caught up with me.

"What in the hell is your problem?" I ignored him. My problem is these damn clicks. The two girls who have nothing better to talk about besides how fat they think they are. I heard my cell phone ring. Good, something to distract me. I looked at the caller ID. It was my father. Putting my phone back in my pocket without picking it up, Logan gave me a weird look.

"What was that about?" He asked me, while we were still walking back to PCA.

--Flashback

"You need to get yourself together David!" My mother yelled. I stood by the wooden door and listened through the small crack. They thought I was asleep, but how could I sleep with them yelling at each other? Little light shone through my door, and I saw two figures about three feet apart. They were my parents.

"You need to get off of my fuckingcase Kellie!" My father yelled in outrage. He took another swig of clear liquid in a bottle. He drank thisstuff often.I shut my eyes, wishing this was a dream, and not reality. Opening them, in hope of this all to disappear, it didn't.

"You have a five year old daughter in there that thinks you are some kind of monster!" My mother yelled. Tears staining her cheeks. She was addressing me. Oh, why did she say that?

"This is your fault! Your entire fault!" He yelled back while taking another drink.

"Get that out of your hands!" My mother said while trying to receive the bottle that was being loosely gripped by him. My father pushed her back drunkenly and got the bottle back. I tried my best to not let out a scream, but I did. I ran out of my room over to my mother, and crashed into her, hugging her, never wanting to let go. This was the first time he was ever nearviolent.

"Why are you awake?" She asked nicely. I didn't say anything. Instead I clung on to her as if it were a matter of life-and-death.

"Look what you have done now," my mother spoke, each word with hatred. My mother lifted me up and looked at me.

"Let's get you into bed," she said while walking into my bedroom. As she was walking and leaving my father behind, I saw him give me an evil look. He has never looked at me with such loath. I felt scared but kept looking into his eyes. He turned his back on me while finishing up the bottle and throwing it aside. My mother set me down in my bed, and pulled my colored comforter up to my head. She kneeled by my bedside and began to stroke my hair. I felt my eyes begin to shut, but the scene I just saw flashed right before me, and I quickly opened my eyes again.

"Mommy! Don't leave me!" I begged.

"Don't worry, I am right here," she soothed. I relaxed until she spoke again, "You know that is not your real father. It is not the real him. That stuff he was drinking turns him into a monster. He has no control," she comforted me.

"I love you mommy," I said, while turning over to my side to face her. She stroked my cheek with her hand.

"I love you too. Now, close your eyes," she instructed. I obeyed and shut my eyes. "Now, think of the other day when we went to that carnival. Do you remember that?" She asked. I nodded my head, thinking of all the food, and rides. "Now remember all those fun rides we rode, and games we played?" I nodded again. It was one of the most fun days I have ever had. "Whenever you see daddy act like this, or whenever you feel scared or alone think back to that day.And all the fun we had. Close your eyes and picture it. Remember we will always have more of those days to look forward too." She held my hand, and I nodded, thinking back to that day. I slowly feel asleep, her hand holding mine.

--End flashback.

A single tear slid down my cheek as I remembered that day.

"Are you alright…?" Logan asked me, and grabbed my shoulders turning me to face him. I completely forgot he was following me. We were almost to our next class, and I shut my eyes. Wanting this all to end. I quickly wiped the tear off of my face and looked at him.

"I'm fine." I managed to get myself out of his grasp, and made my way to the next class. Hoping he would give up.

Wow, that is a long chapter. I hope you liked. Everyone's reviews are so awesome, they make me smile! Anyways, thanks everyone. Glad you like it. Woot, woot! Two updates in one whole day! Review please, and show some support!

-- Brittany