Let's Flip a Coin

Secrets are Told, Well Not Really (Tara)

Chapter 8 - Secrets are Told, Well Not Really

Tara’s POV

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“Please Tara. Wake up.” I heard a voice calling out for me, begging to wake up. I don’t recall the voice from anywhere. “Please,” it sounded like he’s crying now.

“I don’t want you around her anymore, at least for now” I heard another voice sighed. I think I know that voice, maybe it’s my dad. Yes, it is him.

“But, please! Mr. Comford! Tara is my best friend!” The boy begged my father.

I have a best friend?

“No, I will not allowed Tara to be friends with boys like you anymore.” My father said in a stern strict voice.

As if the boy read my thoughts he asked. “Boys like me?”

“Yes, boys that will hurt her.” 

Hurt me? Where am I anyways? Why is it so dark?

“I didn’t meant it! I didn't know it would end like this!” The boy shouted at my father.

“Yet, Tara knows when to cross and not to cross. She was too busy playing with you to look both ways.”

“But-”

“Then you told her to come over!” My father’s voice raised in anger. “She was suppose stay inside that day! She was suppose help pack!”

“Pack?” The boy’s voice trembled.

My father sighed. “We are suppose go back. We are only meant to stay here for 7 months.” 

“Tara never told me she was moving back.” The boy cried even more finding out that I was moving.

I only moved once in my life though, and that was to get away from them. They  ruined most of my life. I know it wasn’t because of that one boy I don’t even know.

“She didn’t know. Now, hopefully she will never know.”

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What the heck was that? What kind of dream was that? I never had a best friend until I moved and met the girls. The boy. It doesn’t make sense, why would a boy want to be friends with me? Boys would make fun of all the time back then. You know what, let’s not over think this. It’s just a dream, but dreams are a way of telling us the future. Ah! I said stop. What time is it, though? 

I hesitantly lifted my arm to reach for my phone. Well, tried to. I didn’t noticed until now that there was a large arm strapped tightly around my waist and holding my hand down. Suddenly, it hit me, I’m not at my place, I’m in London, in Niall’s room, with Liam, and we’re spooning.

Oh. My. Pandas. This can’t be happening. My dad is going to kill if he finds out. 

Sometimes, my dad is just too over protective. I mean seriously? Not dating until I turn 23? I love my family, but sometimes I want to kil- I mean hurt them. Anyways, like I would date, nobody really liked me at my old school. I did have friends, but I didn’t have true friends, not until I met the girls, so I mainly focus in school.