JANUARY 25TH 2015
SUNDAY
Reluctantly, i pulled the sheet off my cold frail body and sat up straight in bed. I groaned with a sore throat as i stood up and made my way to the bathroom to wash my face. Wiping my face, i walked out of the white tiled bathroom and looked out of the large floor to ceiling window, placing my hand on the glass. It was 6:05 am, and the people were so quiet and sleepy, which contrasted so much to the beautifully vibrant street.
i took a deep breath walking down the stairs and into the living room, smiling to see my mother sitting on the couch. Ever since everything went down, i've tried to strengthen by bond with my parents. It's not like our bond wasn't strong, cause it was and always will be. It's that we didn't talk and catch up as much as we used to, leading to us, just drifting apart. So she decided to move in to my london home - my hideout.
It sounds childish, like a clubhouse, but i promise you, it's serious. No one has physically seen me. My last public outing was December 13th, after becky's party, where i had a red stuffy nose and puffy eyes with swollen cheeks soaked with salt. And basically, the world hates me.
I plopped down on the sofa, resting my feet on the coffee table, opening twitter. My lip quivered while i read the hate comments that were fired like bullets trying to wound me. And they did. So bad. This was one of my bad habits, and my mom noticed.
"Stella, put that down", she ordered. "In a minute" "No, not in a minute, now! im tired of you hurting yourself like this, it doesn't matter what they think of you, turn. it. off" "ok ok, one sec"..
With that she grabbed my phone, and did the unthinkable - she uninstalled my instagram and twitter and pretty much most of my social media. "MOM! WHAT THE HELL?" "im your mother, don't talk to me like that. You'll thank me later"..I grunted and groaned, acting like a little child who got grounded.
3 HOURS LATER
"And then you'll never guess, SHE UNINSTALLED THEM!" "NO. WAY", sabrina gasped "YES WAY", becky celebrated. "If she didn't do it, then i fucking would", she continued. "You spend way too much time there anyway, its unhealthy"
i rolled my eyes and muttered "whatever". I turned my head to jack, walking over to him and opening a voice note on my phone. "I just got this random idea, give it a listen"
He took my phone and listened attentively to my voice, playing with different beats on the synthesizer. "What is it called?" "look what you made me", i smirked. "Are you serious?", Becky giggled. "Very", i replied.
I walked into the recording booth and took a deep breath before starting the song. I closed my eyes, thinking about all the hate and anger, i had to channel it into this one song.
"I, don't like your little games..."
austin
austin
so like, you're all the way in london
you
bingo
y do u, out of all ppl wanna know??
austin
cause i still care abt u
like ALOT
you
shoulda thought abt that b4 getting with
ur ex 🙄
austin
I alr apologized like hell for it
what do u want me to do???
you
idk im sorry
i just hate that it happened twice in 1 year
i lost both of the most greatest men i've
known so quick..
and it does feel like my fault even if yall say
it isnt
austin
i said it alr, dont blame urself for our
stupid actions..
we dont deserve u
i dont deserve u..
you
ok then..
YOU ARE READING
°✮clean, austin butler°✮
Fanfiction"The drought was the very worst, when the flowers that we'd grown together died of thirst It was months and months of back and forth, You're still all over me Like a wine-stained dress I can't wear anymore" Stella Monroe, a radiant 18-year-old Ameri...
