Lies
Chapter 13
Danielle's POV
I sat on
the sidewalk in front of Melissa's house, hugging my
knees and waiting for Jake. I was pretty sure he'd
left already, but in case he didn't and I left first,
he'd be really angry, and I couldn't risk
that.
I took a deep breath and stared at the lights coming from
Melissa's house. The party was still going on, full
swing. Here was a chance to run away - run away from Jake
and my parents - but I was too scared to run. Half of me
wanted to just run away and never see them again, but the
other half knew it was hopeless.
I felt a pang of guilt about not telling Noelle what was
really going on, but I was too scared to, and I
couldn't risk Jake knowing. She deserved to know; she
was my best friend, but I was afraid how she'd react
to it.
The truth was, my parents were abusive and alchoholics.
It all started on the cruise. We never really bought
alchohol before, but it was free, and my parents became
alchoholics. Now, apparently it's also okay to abuse
your daughter.
I thought of the bruises on my arms and legs and
shuddered. Half of them weren't even from my parents.
Half of them were from Jake. The scars on my wrists and
ankles I'd done myself; that's why I only wore
boots and long sleeves this year.
I was pretty sure Jake wasn't coming to pick me up.
He was supposed to, but if I left without him, he'd
just abuse me more. Now, I was almost sure he was gone. I
stood up and began the long walk back home.
Jake's family was rich. I'd met him on the
cruise, but he was never my type. When he realized I
wasn't interested in him, he'd beaten me and
threatened me. If I didn't go out with him, I'd
get hurt, and if I told anyone, he'd kill me. He was
the reason why my parents didn't abuse me so much
anymore; they liked him, and I got to use his money. None
of it was worth it, though.
My feet were sore from walking, but luckily I wasn't
drunk. I was still totally sober, and the cool air helped
me clear my head. Tears began falling down my cheeks as I
thought about my miserable life.
It took almost an hour for me to walk back home. By the
time I got back, I'd ditched my uncomfortable shoes,
my dress was dirty and tangled, and I was sweating and
disgusting.
I unlocked the door, hoping my parents were asleep.
I was almost two hours late. Mostly, I hoped Jake
wasn't there.
Slowly, I opened the door, and let my breath out in
relief. No one was there.
At least, that's what I thought until someone's
fist came in contact with my jaw.
Note:
finally I've gotten to Danielle's POV!!!
feeedback? This chapter is just a
filler
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sunshineandhappiness* · 1 decade ago
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Wow, this is awesome!