TORN DOWN | CD

2.0

·Edited·

2 weeks later

| Diana's POV |

I lay on my side facing the window, watching the rain drops fall onto the glass window. This was me for the last 2 weeks. In bed, facing the window, crying myself to sleep. I couldn't help it, all this time I thought I would try to find a way to get back at him  but instead he stabbed me in the back.Twice.  He cheated on me, he hurt me and broke me into a million pieces. Words can not describe the pain I am feeling right now.

There was a light knock on my door, I heard it but I didn't want to get back.

"Diana please open the door, it's me Claire." the familiar female voice spoke behind the door.

I didn't want to seem mean but at the same time I just want to be alone right now. I have locked myself in this room for a week, with nothing really to eat, but I didn't care. I would love to die of starvation. I feel nothing right now

I hear the door open and close, Claire came over the other side blocking my view.

"Aww Diana..." she speaks softly. I honestly didn't need the presence of anybody here right now.

She lays beside me facing me, her hands touch my arm. I shiver a bit from the touch of her cold hands, but later on it warms up with my hot temperature.

She just lays there rubbing my arm, and for some reason I felt like a baby. My eyelids starts to become heavy, and my throat was dry,I need water but I don't  care.

I feel myself dozen  off to sleep, sleeping peacefully like a baby.

| Claire's POV |

I watch as Diana's eyes close slowly, she was really tired and I could tell, her eyes were red, her breathing wasn't normal and she had bags under her eyes.

I slowly get up from the bed, walking out of the room and into the living room where Nash was.

"How is she?" he asks getting up from the couch. He was really worried for his sister- he had every right to be. I mean, it's not everyday you overhear your husband talking to a girl who he had sex with on the phone in your wife's office.

I honestly felt sorry for her."The same, nothing has changed."

Nash lets out a big sigh opening his mouth like he was about to say something but protested.

"We should have told her Nash." I say, knowing it was the right thing to do but at the same time it wasn't our place to tell her.

"Told her? Do you know how hard it would have been for us to tell her? 'Hey Diana I caught your husband having sex in his office with Kirsten."

I look down crossing my arms, sitting down on the sofa. I lean back putting my head up and let out a huge sigh.

"Have you spoken to him?" I ask referring to Cameron. He shakes his head. It's been 2 weeks and no one has heard from him, not a single word, text or call  and at work, Kirsten hasn't been there for almost 1 and a half weeks, including these past few days.

Nash and I don't say anything, there part that hurts the most is that we can't tell Diana. We knew and we didn't tell her. She is broken and we don't know if we can fix her. She's my bestfriend and my sister, I can't bare to just sit down and not do anything.

He sits me beside me , cuddling me close. I feel my eyelids getting heavy and before you know it I was drifting of to sleep.

|Lance's POV |

It was currently 1 am and everybody was asleep. I walk out of my room heading downstairs to the kitchen, because I was hungry and I couldn't sleep.

There was a small knock on the door causing me to be frightened as to who was at the door around this time.

I walk towards the door, peeping through the peep whole (that word is too funny). It was dad.

What was he doing here?  I haven't seen him in 2 weeks  and he finally shows up at the door. I take in a huge breath, thinking about what will happen if he opens the door. Last time mom and dad were arguing and she ended up crying, she kicked him out and we haven't heard from him.

I don't know what I am thinking or doing but I grab the doorknob, taking a deep breath again twisting the handle . He stands there only in a plain white t-shit, with navy blue jeans. His hair was absolutely messy, dark circles under his eyes and his eyes red like he hasn't slept in days. His lips were plump too. To be honest, I kinda sorry for him.

What the fuck Lance?  Snap out of it. You know what he did to mom, why say something stupid like that. The mini voice in my head said.

"Lance..." he finally spoke, his voice cracked a bit though.

"What dad?- or should I even call you my dad?" I say sounding angry and irritated.

"Please listen to me, ok?  Where's mom?" he asks, looking behind me as if she were behind me. Why does he care, he hurt my mother.

I stared at him  for a second and answered. "Sleeping, of course." stating the obvious

"May I please come in? I just need someplace to sleep for the night? I've been sleeping in a hotel and now I don't have enough money." he exclaimed. A part of me again felt sorry for him though.

I thought about what he said and moved to the side, gesturing for him to enter. Dad walks in with his hand in his pocket.

I advice him to stay here not wanting Stephanie or Mom to see him here or else we're both dead.

I got upstairs getting a blanket and a pillow, I quietly and slowly open mom's room door, walking towards dad's drawer. I find a black shirt and his pijamas mom got him for his birthday. I see mom sleeping and it sounded like she was having a nightmare. Walking out closing the door behind me, I walk back downstairs with everything in my arms
Dad is standing infront of the photo frames of everyone and he was looking at a pic of mom on the shelf.

I clear my throat getting his attention as he turns around seeing the things in my arms.

"Thank you soo much Lance." he acknowledged me , grabbing the blanket, pillow and clothes from me.

I didn't say anything, and walking out of the room. Knowing that was just mean especially to my dad but he deserve it.