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Numb.
I felt completely numb.
I can't even tell if thats the word. Why can't I be in more than one place at the same time?
"Do you want more coffee?" Calum asked, walking out of the kitchenette enough so he could see me. I shook my head, watching him walk back behind the small wall.
Luke's hand comfortingly rubbed my back. I sighed, taking a sip of my coffee that was now basically ice cold.
"Feeling a bit better?" Ashton questioned, sitting at a chair in the corner of the room, sidewardly facing us.
"I'm fine." I promised, frowning when my voice came out softer than I had anticipated.
"I haven't seen you like this in so long, I almost don't know what to do anymore." Michael said sadly, sitting in the bed to the side of me.
"You haven't seen me in a long time, period." I mumbled back, standing up. The boys frowned, looking more hurt than I had wanted them to be. "I probably just shouldn't have come here, I feel like a baby, I'm too old for this now. Thank you, but I really need to go. Have a safe trip home-"
I slipped my converse on and grabbed my jacket just as Ashton strode across the room and firmly gripped my shoulder.
"Too old for what? Too old to need your family;The people who want to help you, who love you, who wish they could take back the past two years. We can't let you leave again." Ashton said, anger evident in his emotional voice. He was stern, I managed to hold contact with him, barely flinching at the words that left his mouth.
"Yeah, I'm too old." I whispered back, "Too old for family."
I quickly shook his hand off me, walking out to the door mumbling a bye as I passed a confused Calum.
The rain was still pounding down when I walked out, but I kinda like it now. I didn't even bother to pull my hood up or zip my jacket. Ha, I didn't care that I felt much like a wet dog or that everyone was probably mad at me.
Funny, actually everyone was mad at me. The world basically hates me.
The world hates me.
No body cares about me.
I don't even care about me.
"Bella," My mom warned as I leaned up to grab a freshly baked cookie off the counter. I frowned, going back on my flat feet and plopping myself down on the floor.
I kicked my feet around, going into a full pout mode. My mom had stopped me so many times that day, all I wanted was one cookie. If she didn't want me to eat them then she should've put them somewhere else.
"Get off the floor, our guests are coming all over soon and you're going to get your pretty dress all dirty." My moms voice was soft and sweet like it used to be all the time when I was younger.
"I don't like dresses! And everyone's going to come over and just eat all my cookies."
"You're not acting very sweet today, Bella." My dad walked into the room scooping me off the ground.
"Daddy!" I cheered, happy to see the man that had been working all morning. "Don't ever leave me again."
I cupped my dad's face with my tiny hands and kept kissing his cheeks. Little kisses were scattered on his face, he laughed then put my on the ground grabbing a cookie off the plate and handing it to me.
I beamed, running off into the other room as my mom scolded my dad. But eh, I was only five and it was a good day.
A good day until my parents told me we had to go out and I had to be really, really good.
I cried for another cookie and t was basically the only way for them to shut me up so I had that cookie and two more as we left the house. I went back to that house once, that was to get my things before being shipped off...The worst part was, they left me in the living room well grabbing my stuff from my room and they left so much behind.
Would the tears ever stop?
I harshly wiped my face, walking I toss the street getting beeped at by a car I wasn't paying attention to.
"You're going to get hit if you walk like that!" A voice called from behind me. I turned around to see Michael running across the street, his black converse splashing in the water; cars beeped at him as well.
"What are you doing?" I asked as he stepped up onto the sidewalk so he was standing directly across from me.
"Checking on you," He said, "I told the boys I'd come out, cause Ashton's in a mood and Luke knows how to help him and Calum was too confused to be explained to."
I rolled my eyes, turning and beginning to walk away, but Michael kept up with me.
He flipped my hood over my head, "It's too cold, you're going to get sick."
I sighed, flipping my hood back down. "Go back home."
Michael grabbed my wrist, which was just a swinging by my side, using it to stop and and twirl me towards him. Even though it caused me to trip over my feet, I still faced him.
He looked like he was about to say something when he leaned in, but I soon realized he was leaning in for a totally different reason when his lips pecked mine before he pulled back. My eyes widened.
"Y-you can't do that," I said, fighting his grip.
"I wish I could say I'm sorry, but that would be a lie, I really needed to do that." He whined as I began walking away.
"You're a fucking prick. Everyone is an inconsiderate prick. As if I don't have enough fucking drama going on in my lip you have to kiss me?!" I shrieked, "I hate you. I hate all four of you, just get out of my life! Forget about me...just-just go home."
I turned as fast as I can and ran down the sidewalk with tears pouring down my face, I could barely see as I ran further and further.
