omegle:: hood

eighteen

"favorite color?"

"i don't really have a favorite color."

"but if you had to pick one?" i asked.

"eh, probably red. like dark red."

"like blood red?"

"yeah!" she said practically jumping up and down, "as weird as it sounds, blood red is a beautiful color."

i laughed shaking my head, "okay, favorite food?"

"um, macaroni."

"dogs or cats?"

"none, they're both ugly." annabelle answered without hesitation.

"but if you had to chose one?"

"probably dogs because they're not as creepy as cats."

"oka-"

"wait when do i get to ask you questions?"

"once i'm done, belle."

"okay, are you done yet?"

"no."

"okay. hurry!"

"geez, okay!" i laughed for the nth time today. "favorite band?"

"arctic monkeys."

"that hit me right in the heart." i said putting my hand over my chest.

"did you expect me to say five seconds of summer?"

"uh yes."

"too bad. you guys are my second favorite band."

"okay time for serious questions."

"oh fun." belle said sarcastically.

"you have to answer with the truth, okay?"

"alright."

"you promise to answer the truth, belle?"

"yes cal."

i took a deep breath, "did you really hey those bruises from falling down the stairs?"

belle hesitated for a bit before looking down at her hands, "no."

"what really happened, annabelle?"

"can we not talk about it? please?"

"i want to know belle."

i took ahold of her hand, starting to rub small circles on it.

"it was my dad." she barely whispered before she started to cry.

i quickly took her in my arms, hugging her tightly.

"he hits you?" i asked in disbelief.

she just nodded her head.

"have you told anybody?"

she shook her head.

"what? you have to tell someone!"

"no, no. i'm just going to wait till i turn eighteen this month and move out."

"you still need to tell someone belle. your siblings will still live with him when you move out."

"i'll take them with me."

"and how are you going to do that?"

belle rubbed her nose and wiped away her tears, "i don't know..."

"just please don't tell anyone cal. please."

i ran hand through my hair, "will you think about telling someone?"

she nodded quickly, "hug me. please."

my arms wrapped around her without hesitation.

the world was spinning way too fast.

i felt terrible for belle, yet i felt so angry at her father. how could he?

WOW OK. I SHOULD PROBABLY GO BACK AND EDIT MY DESCRIPTION...
next chapter will probably have gossip about #balum. LOL, like the ship name? if you have a better one, comment it!