Nicole
Chapter Qoute: Whether you think you can or think you can't, you're right (Henry Ford)
Chapter Playlist:(You can still play your own)
Beautiful (Bazzi ft Camila Cabello)
Kind Of Love (Natalie Jane)
Build A B*itch (Bella Poarch)
She's all I wanna be (Tate Mcrae)
I woke up in time for sunrise and saw a sleeping Anna beside me, with drool smeared around her mouth.
I tried moving out of bed but Anna had me locked under her.
I wiggled out of her arm going down but who knew beds were so short these days.
"Ouch!"
I landed with my butt on the ground.
"Stop there! I'll hit you if you move!" Anna shouted, half asleep-half awake.
"Anna?" I turned my head to the side.
"How do you know my name? Have you been stalking me?"
"What is all the screaming about?!" Ty groaned from the door.
"And what are you doing on the floor?" His voice was now filled with amusement.
"Brushing it. What do you think?!" I snapped.
"Nikky, you were told not to sit on the floor. It isn't good for you know." Anna scolded me.
"Who's on breakfast duty?" I asked as I stood up.
"You." Anna and Ty stated simultaneously.
"I suck at cooking, I'll probably burn the house."
"Oh really? Well there's a first time for everything, right Anna?"
"Hundred percent true. Wake me up when food is served." And she covered herself in her blankets.
"Make food for six people." And he walked away without giving me a chonce to ask why.
"As always, give everything hard to Nicole. Wonderful." I made a comment on the situation as I went to the closet to get some clothes.
"Let me take a sunrise shower instead."
I went into the bathroom and stripped, then entered the shower and let the warm water wash away everything.
And by everything, I mean the false beauty that was plastered on me.
I watched as the water going down the drain changed colour from a brown coloured fluid to a clear liquid,
And I knew that I was me now.
Not the beautiful girl other people saw, or,
The pretty child, Louisa Conrad gave birth to.
I was me,
The girl scared by the people she was supposed to call parents,
The people who were given the responsibility to raise her.
I just have to accept that my actual parents died when they divorced.
It is what it is.
I stepped out of the bathroom covering myself with a robe.
I walked to the closet and picked out a burgundy sweater top with black leggings.
The top covered most of the scars on my arms except the one around my wrist.
YOU ARE READING
Where The Road Takes Us
RomanceAll she wanted was to escape them so when a marriage proposal came, she was quick to accept. Little does so much was about to change apart from her surname and lifestyle. But will they ever find it in them to open up to each other? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~...
