We Cry (a The Script fanfic)

Introducing...Danielle

Danielle's POV:

Great. The end of the school year. everyone is laughing, cheering and swapping phone numbers, everyone that is, except for me. I start to make my long journey back home, kicking up leaving and looking down at the pavement, so that no-one will see the tears that run down my face as fast as a river. I know that my report would have arrived home by now, and Dad would be reading it, shaking his head, and muttering about what a disappointment I am. My Dad is a top-Class Bussiness man, he has been for as long as I can remember. It was his fault that my mum is dead.

*13 years ago*

"George, I'm not saying that you don't love me and Danielle, I'm just saying that you don't seem to spend very much time, with us, your always away on Bussiness trips!" my mum was shouting at my dad, from the front seat of the car.

"that's not true! name one important event that I've missed because of Bussiness!" Dad retaliated

"Easy! You missed Danielle's first birthday last month!" Great, now I've been brought into this.

"You know that that trip made us thousands of pounds! It's because of that trip that we have got this £80,000 car!"

"I never wanted this car in the first place, everything is up to YOU, I don't seem to have an opinion in this family!" My mum screamed back in his face, taking her eyes off the icy, winter road.

"Watch the road you stupid cow!" Dad screamed at her as the luxurious range rover went spinning out of control and started hurtling towards a telephone pole. All that I remember from then is the sound of my family's desperate screams as the car lost control, and the flashes coming from emergency services vehicles quickly coming towards our desperate family. There is one sentence though, that will stay in my mind forever, I remember it clear as day, "She's dead, she died instantly from the impact."

My mum was pronounced dead at the scene of the crash.

And my dad? He was in a coma for two years, and seeing as I had no other relatives, I was put into an orphanage, only for around 5 months though, as I got adopted quite quickly. I can't remember to much about my adoptive father, except for that he was single, really tall, dark haired, had a funny accent, looking back now, I think he was Irish. I don't remember his name properly, but I think it began with 'D', dan, dave, Daniel, David? I don't know! I remember he had a ginger friend, called Mark. I probably wouldn't recongize either of them if I saw them now anyway.

*Back To Present*

I was almost home, and the tears were falling fast than ever as I remembered the first few years of my life. I quickly dried my eyes and wiped my nose with my school blazer that hid so many bruises, if dad saw me like this, then he would go mental with me for being a Drama Queen. I open the front gate as I reach my house and step into the garden that is kept pristine by our house keeper, lucindia.

I put my old key into the lock in our front door, and opened the creaking door, just to slam it shut as soon as I'm inside.

"Daaaad, I'm back!" I called out, and waited for his response, before I started looking for him.

"About Time as well! Now get in here!" I did as I was told, and waited for the lecture about my grades not being good enough to begin.

"This is... just... Appalling! How dare you come home with no guilt, when you have not passed a single subject" he cried at me

"..." I tried to interrupt, but that counted as rudeness, so I got slapped, then kicked, and repeatedly punched, and no, this wasn't unusual, It happened almost every-day.

But today was different, I fought back, tirelessly kicking him in the stomach and jaw, and hitting him repeatedly in the face. I eventually got tired of this though and stopped. I was screaming at him, telling him how much I hate him,

"I hate you, you stupid pathetic sellfish twat. Your the reason that mum's dead, you little mother fucker. I bloody hate you, so go fuck yourself, you selfish shit, Just fuck off, I never want to fucking see your ugly dumbass face again!" I shouted in his face, spitting at him as I did so.

Once I had finished my little rant, I ran out of the house, as fast as I could, as if I was running away from all of my problems, away from everything wrong with my life, with the world. Away from the hatred that I had towards my dad. I didn't even know where I was going, I was just running until I couldn't run anymore.

I looked around, and found myself in the middle one of the grandest housing estates in London. I collapsed in exhaustion on the grass island in the middle of the estate, and layed there for a good 10 minutes, watching the evening clouds, and catching my breath. I finally got up, and started looking around for the way out, and when I spotted it, I started to run again, out of the estate and towards town, I got their after 15 minutes of pure sprinting, and I was shattered. I stumbled over to the nearby Starbucks, in desperate need of a drink. I was so tired that I was ceeled over, and not looking where i was going.

I was just outside of Starbucks when I walked straight into someone, who didn't notice me either, or that was until they spilt their tea over me.

"Oh my gosh. Love, I'm so sorry" I recongized his Irish accent, but I wasn't sure where from. I looked up at him, boy was he tall, and handsome.

I recongized him from somewhere, but I couldn't think where, he looked really familiar.

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O.K, FIRST PART OF 'WE CRY' OVER!

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