Part Eight

Two Weeks Later

"Dad.." I began as I sat in the front passenger seat of Harry's car. Really must get into a habit of calling him dad. Mental note. "Did mum tell you what day it is today?"

"Umm, the seventh of May.. Not a clue." He replied thoughtfully. Wow, I could almost hear the cogs turning. "Why?"

"Nothing." I shrugged and sighed rather effortlessly whilst watching the scenery as we passed it by, driving through the lane.

"I can tell there's something wrong." Dad stated, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of an old Beatles song. This band was ancient. Good, but now almost a hundred years old. My dad needed a new music collection.

"Mum's forgot for the past few years anyway. It really doesn't matter." I said bluntly.

"If you're sure.." I watched as he bit his lip uneasily and glanced at me out the corner of his eye.

"I'm sure." I smiled falsely as we came to a halt. I leant in and kissed him on the cheek before getting out of the car. "Thanks for dropping me off at Tiff's"

"It's nothing. Just give me a ring tomorrow if you need picking up, okay?" He smiled. I nodded and shut the car door, waving as he drove away and out of sight.

"Brenna!" Tiffany squealed as she opened the front door. "I can't believe your dad let you come!"

"Yeah well, I told him it was a girly sleepover." I shrugged as if it was no big deal. It wasn't a big deal. Well, as long as the 'rentals didn't find out.

"You naughty bugger." She teased, then grinned. "You want your prezzie now?"

Seventh Of May.

No big deal.

Seventh Of May.

The Seventeenth anniversary of my life.

My birthday.

Mum always forgets.

I can't really blame dad for not knowing.

"Guess who's here?" Tiff grinned madly at me. I stared back at her blankly. "Cal."

"Cal's here?" I felt my heart thud. One of these crushes, that every teenage girl is guaranteed to get, on the hottest and most popular boy that had attended college.

"Indeed he is. He's got the hot's for you" Tiff replied almost in a whisper as we walked into her house.

It was quiet.

Too Qui-

"Happy Birthday!" Came so many yells from so many different directions.

Now, this I hadn't been expecting at all.

The party got underway pretty quickly, and I'd spent my entire night talking to the one and only Cal. Not that anyone had really taken much notice of me. They were all pretty intoxicated and I wasn't really much better. Only a tad tipsy I can assure you.

"Come on, I want to show you something." Cal whispered, slightly slurring, into my ear. He took hold of my hand and I followed, leading me upstairs.

Hey, I'd been infatuated with this guy for like ever! I was allowed to be stupidly naive and too innocent to know any better. No sooner has we reached the inside of one of the bedrooms, I was pushed down onto the bed. It was then that I became a little more sober. Kisses were being planted u my neck and my clothes were being viciously manhandled.

"Cal, no." I mumbled feebly. No response. "Cal, I mean it!" Top was being unbuttoned. "Get the fck off me!" I screamed, kicking out as hard as I could, my shin connecting with his delicate regions.

"Arghhh you bitch!" His hand slapped across my face as he fell, curled up and grimacing with pain.

I scrambled up quickly from underneath him and stumbled down the stairs. Everyone was a little too worse for wear to notice me leave the house. I walked to the end of the driveway and pulled out my mobile phone as I sat down on the small bricked wall. My finger hovered over dad's number. he'd kill me for lying. There goes that father daughter trust I've been trying to build up. So would mum. She never trusts me anyway. I came to Dougie's number. He had his house back now. I could ring him. Even if we haven't really spoken since I basically told him he acted like a grumpy recluse half the time. I dialled the number.

"Brenna, it's Two in the morning." He answered his phone sounding rather tired and annoyed.

"C..can you pick me u..up?" I asked, stumbling over my words as tears streamed down my cheeks.

"It's Two in the morning." he stated for the second time. He must think I'm retarded.

"I'm at T...Tiff's party. I told d...dad it was a sleepover." I gushed, tears now in full flow. I could be like the human Niagara falls at this rate. Supply drinking water to the third world countries at the same time.

"Then get Harry to pick you up" Dougie yawned.

"He'd kill me." I hissed, hiccupping afterwards.

"You shouldn't have lied then." He remarked, now sounding rather disinterested in the matter.

"Fine!" I pressed the cancel button on my phone and in a moment of anger threw it behind me. I jumped hearing a grunt as it hit something.

"Brenna, baby," Cal smiled picking up my phone and then chucking it somewhere in the bushes. "You ran away from me."