Chapter 13 - I Confessed I Messed Up.

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Phoenix's Pov.

"Guys, why are you hugging, why is there shards of glass on my floor, what happened to my photo frame and my diary, you read my diary!" I scream. Shock and disbelief ran across their faces. " I hope you guys are sorry, I never want to see you again! Argh."

"Phoenix, babe, come on how did you know?" Patrick asks me.

"Karrie, she texted me saying you read it and smashed my favourite picture, and what the fuck Brendon, why what why was you in my fucking room hiding!?"

"Erm, I stole a cookie from Patrick and this was the last place he would of have looked, where did you go after I put in your TV?" Brendon asks. "I went to Millie's house. She is an old friend of mine." Lies, Lies all Lies!

"Then why are you still in your pj's?" Patrick asks. Oh shite I forgot about my pj's! Truth be told (I never was yours!) I was in a closet with Ryan, just chatting. But now they read my diary I can't trust them enough for me to tell them where exactly I was.

"Do I look like I give a shit about walking around town with my pj's on? No didn't think so."

"Oh okay." Patrick states.

"Now leave me the fuck alone!" They all walk out and I cry myself to sleep.

"Phoenix, Phoenix, Hey Phoenix, how you doing." I wake up rubbing my eyes, stretching and opening my eyes to see an asshole sitting on my bed.

"What the fuck dad! Leave me alone, I don't need none of your shit anymore!"

"Oh Phoenix love, you love me no denying it." With this a hand reaches my face, a sharp undenying pain shooting through it.

"You son of a bitch!"

With this I woke up, huffing and puffing, thank god that was only a dream. My life went downhill from that, this is the only memory I have left of my family, my own dad, slapping me. Now his dead I have no fucking clue what to do! I wanna tell Brendon or Patrick but they ruined my trust, they will not know, I can't write it in my diary because they will just fucking read it again. Karrie, well she already knows, this happens every month. Just my dad, no one else but my dad! He is the only one I can remember. This, this is bad.

I crawl out of bed and into the bathroom, locking the door behind me, jumping into the shower, letting the hot water burn my skin. Every memory, every time this happens.

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