Life in LA with my brothers is definitely going to be different from life in Ohio without them. But like life always is, it's gonna be a hell of a ride.
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first let me thank you guys!!!Thank youuuuuuu!!! <3 <3 WE ARE AT 367 IN FANFICTION!! TOP 400!! And 1K votes!! <3 <3 Also this is set a few days after they moved in :)
"Oof," I groan as I flop onto the couch.
I flip open my phone and go on to instagram. I almost let out a groan as I notice that Bradley fans are still going off on me.
I look through the comments and see a name I never wanted to hear or read after Ohio.
Vivianne Clarkson
ViviClarkson: you're in a different state and still a bitch. And here I was hoping you would change when I meet you
"Nonononononononono!" I shout, my voice getting louder and louder.
I throw my phone at the opposite wall with a shriek and back up as far as I can from it. I stare at the phone like it's a wild dog that will attack me if I look away.
"This can't be happening. She is just making a joke," I mutter to myself, pacing around the room while still staring at the phone. I can sense a feeling of darkness bubbling up in my stomach, threatening to climb up my throat and choke me. I take a few deep breaths to try to alleviate the weight on my chest. I sink down and cradle my head in my hands, hoping no one will come in for fear I'll start shouting at them.
I take some more deep breaths and I can feel that darkness ebb away. Finally, something is on my side. No one's come in and I won't say anything I'll regret.
But of course, life couldn't do that.
"What happened?" Daniel asks, walking into the room.
I quietly wince as soon as he said that but try to stay calm and let the anger go away completely.
"Nothing," I answer, struggling to keep my voice steady.
He walks over to my now-broken phone and holds it up. "Nothing?" He asks, arching an eyebrow.
"Yes, nothing." I answer firmly.
"I know it wasn't nothing," he replies, taking a cautious step away from me.
"Well, it's something that you don't want to know about," I reply, not able to keep the venom out of my voice.
"Why won't you tell me anything?!" he shouts in frustration.
"You really wanna know why?" I ask, stalking closer to him. "You want to know why I don't want to relive hell? You want to know why I don't want to tell you how explosive, depressed, and dark I was? You really wanna know why?!" I say, my voice raising to a shout.
"Yes, I do," he replies calmly, but betrays his voice when he takes a step backwards.
"I've already told you Sabrina Paul in Ohio isn't Sabrina Paul in LA. In Ohio, I was constantly depressed. Constantly bullied. Constantly freaking out. Constantly shouting. Unable to keep my temper under control. I. WAS. UNSTABLE. I was cracking from the pressure. I wasn't the type of girl that a musician like yourself would want to be associated with. Now tell me do you really want to know the version of me that could ruin your career-- no, your whole life?!" I shout at him, storming off a moment later.
I storm away, my anger causing me to not hear him when he whispers, "Yeah."
I love you guys so an update before a week!! But I'm only updating cause it's the first week of school, I may not update more bc the workload will increase. The next update will be a bunch of covers for upcoming books just cause. :)
