Half way through the week, Wednesday, Hannah came over. Entering my dads house, she seemed in awe. Heck, I was still in awe everytime I entered the house. Showing her my room, I explained how I wasn't too fond of the color that my dad had picked out for me.
"So, what does your dad do again?" She walked around my room, looking at what I had hung on the walls.
"He's in stocks." I sat on my bed, taking off my shoes. "Want to see the movie room?" I said with excitement as she turned to me with a large smile, nodding her head.
With Pitch Perfect playing, I came out and told Hannah about Niall and his direct messages towards me. She began to, I guess you call it, fangirl.
It was different having someone to share these kind of things with.
"Saturday, you have to tell me everything!" She squealed. I felt my cheeks heat into a red. Doubting anything would happen, I promised her I would tell her every single last detail.
That night, after she left and after my dad and I had dinner, I was up in my room, messaging Niall back and forth. He told me to get to the hotel he was staying at around 3 then ride with them to the arena. I let my dad know everything to make sure he can still take me.
I sat on my bed, wondering how all of this was falling into place so quickly. Suddenly, my phone went off from a text message from Hannah.
"Hey, I can't sit with you at lunch tomorrow. My friend Synden wants to eat together.. Sorry."
My heart sank a bit. After building up my hopes of never spending another lunch period alone was finally setting in. But I guess that's my fault for putting down my walls right away. Having nothing to say to her, I didn't bother texting her back. Instead, I dmed Niall.
"Can I vent to you?"
"Of course.x"
With that, I let out everything. I mean, almost everything. I left out my scars and how they got there. I told him about my old school, my old peers, and even some about my new school. I opened up to him and I didn't mind. It seemed like I was already some sort of pitty meet so why not live up to my case name? While sharing everything, some of the pain I felt during the time, became fresh in my mind. Tears swell in my eyes as I felt as if I was reliving the memories. Trying to go unheard, I moved to the bathroom. I took out my blade just to hold it, feeling more of the pain. The memories burned in my head as I thought about them. Slowly, tears began to leak and roll down my cheeks. My blade feeling so smooth and clean as I slid my finger over it.
"What are you doing.." I heard my dads deep voice at the bathroom door. My neck snapped to him, with watery eyes, damp cheeks, and a blade in my hand.
"I.." I was speechless, unknowing of what to say, I dropped the blade on the floor, standing up, and dried my eyes. "I was just having a moment.." I weakly smiled.
"What is what?" He hinted towards the blade on the floor.
"Nothing, I just-" I didn't feel the need to lie anymore. I took a deep breath, easing my eyes up to his, I spoke. "Thats my blade that I used at moms house." With every word I spoke, I could see the pain grow in my fathers eyes. The kind of pain that I've only seemed to feel but never see anyone go through, and now that I am, its breaking me. "I'm sorry.. But, I wasn't going to do it!" I promised as I began to realize that it did seem like I was going to.
"Let me have it, please." His tone was soft and low. "If you ever feel the need to.." he paused, seeming to not want to say it, "you can just talk to me.. Alright? I'm not like your mother. I'm here for you." His words, bringing more tears to my eyes as I started to noticed how much he meant everything he was saying. "I love you."
"I love you too, dad." I said as he embraced me in a hug.
Before slipping into sleep that night, I read one last message from Niall.
"You have me."
The next day at lunch, I was sitting by myself, suddening noticing Hannah walking by. Her eyes seemed to saying sorry but her body language, not even acknowledging me. She seemed to be like anyone else, but she got to know me, yet she still is ashamed to be seen or to be with me. I sat up straight with a smile, no longer caring anymore. Why should I when no one else seemed to?
It came around to be Friday night.
*Okay, guys! I think this is a pretty short chapter, but Im also going to try and update tomorrow! I also just noticed that I have updated everyday since I started this story! Which is a huge deal to me! I don't even know why! But like I say a lot: The comments truly help me!
I also want to thank you all again for all of the reads and votes! This story is in the top 200 for both romanic and fanfiction! AHHH! I was scrEAMINg when I found out! And my mom was just looking at me like I was cray cray!
Anyways, what do you think about this chapter and about how Hannah is acting?
Also, the little bit with Julia and her dad. I want you guys to know that I'm here for you! If you are going through a tough time and you need someone to talk to, message me! I'll try and get back to you. I care for you guys just how Julia's dad cares for her. I love you guys and I try and tell you all that every update. I care for each and every one of you even if I don't truly know you, I do care.
I love you.~Mara *