Lies
Chapter 14
Danielle's POV
It was my dad. My head was spinning, and I put one hand on my jaw and looked up fearfully.
He was steaming with anger, like he always was. I could smell the disgusting stench of alcohol on him. Mom was passed out on the couch. "You worthless little-"
I tried to scurry away, but my dad grabbed my arm and pinned me against the wall.
"...Dad," I squeaked.
"Worthless," he yelled, punching me in the gut. I withstood the pain and looked at him as he yelled at me. "Where is Jake? He was the only worthy part of you! He called me and told me he-" he broke off and gave me a murderous glare, "He and you weren't together anymore! He said he left with another girl!"
My mouth fell open. "What?"
"You heard me!" my dad roared, "He was kind and sweet, and he had money! D/mmit, Danielle, don't you understand what that meant for us?"
I was more interested in the girl Jake had left with. "Did he say who?" I pressed.
My dad's eyes buldged out of his head, "That's all you care about? Well, if it means so much to you-" he grabbed the collar of my dress and wrenched it forward, and I stumbled, coughing, "The girl's name is Noelle. Noelle Miller. Your friend."
Noelle? Noelle? No. She couldn't be with Jake. She didn't understand how horrible he was. She'd hurt herself. Before I could stop myself, I ran out of the house again.
"Where do you think you're going?" my dad yelled, but I ignored him. I knew I'd get in trouble for it later, but for now, I didn't care. Noelle didn't know about Jake because of me. It was my fault if she got hurt. Tears blurred my vision. It was all because of lies. I hated myself.
I whipped out my cell phone, which had somehow stayed in my pocket through the entire ordeal, and desperately tried to reach Noelle. After two minutes, there was no answer, and I gave up. Jake's phone was powered off.
What was I supposed to do? Where was I supposed to find Noelle? They could be anywhere. I was afraid to go to Jake's house, and it was too far to run all the way to Noelle's. I took a shaky breath, sat down on the curb, and began bawling my eyes out. Luckily, there was no one on the streets, and within seconds my face was splotchy and my breathing uneven. I was on the brink of hysteria. Where was Noelle? This was all my fault.
Note: this is my favorite part of the story. feedback?
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