Arielle's Choice(GxG)

Part 6

Arielle

She drives me crazy.

I hate how much I need her approval and opinion. The need to impress her is pressing down on me hard. I know who Miss Brighton from her books.

When I saw her the first day, I didn't recognize her but then I went home and researched about her to find out who she is. She was the youngest author to win best author and her book was best seller only at the age of 9.

Miss Brighton has written 9 books in total and they have all won best seller. I don't know how she does it but she is talented. She has a way of making her readers lose focus on what's real.

I had an identity crisis after reading her third book called HER INNER CHILD.

One of her characters was so strongly written that for a few weeks I acted like that character. In her books, she has a way of getting in your head that you can't stop.

And I want to be that kind of writer so I need her opinion but so far she has criticized my books. I wrote those books with all my strength and heart and tears just for her to tell me the writer was immature and detached.

I am the damn writer!!!.

Many people loved my books. They are on kindle. Got a lot of good feedback. Then my idol just tells me the book sucks. And suddenly every positive comment my readers gave me doesn't hold any value.

Because her opinion means everything to me. She is my muse.

Ugh!

"What got the new girl frowning?." Cara finds it hard to leave me alone.

She is always trying to talk to me. Cara is the rich Queen Bee at this school even though almost everyone is rich. A lot of people stay away from Cara because she is very intimidating and a dominant person.

And She is very very mean. I don't care about her mean character, I actually like how she doesn't suck up to anyone.

"Same thing you are frowning about princess" I reply getting ready to start track.

"I don't know what you are talking about" She gets in position beside me.

"The story book. You are worried about it because you are gonna have to reveal how life is not what it seems even for the perfect little queen of the school. Revealing who cause those bruises you lie about saying you into kinky stuff." I breath out readying myself but Cara talks back.

"It's not like you are safe either Arielle. You are going to have to write about him. I don't have to say his name for you to crumble. They will know the innocent new girl isn't half what she seems. All your ugly truths on  a piece of paper"

Our track coach clap the wooden boards together and we start running. I'm really into sports so I run and I love playing football but I am not allowed to.

My home life is something I would rather never think about.

Because when I'm at school, I can pretend to be free. Even though I can still feel his hold on me from a thousand miles away.

He rules, he controls.

He takes from me.

Takes and takes and takes.

Even when I have nothing to give him.

I must always be ready to give.

He never gives anything back.

To him, I'm an apple tree in the forest. That's where he cut down his wood for fire, for building. That's where he eats and that's where he takes all his air to breath. He never gives back.

He doesn't know how to give.

I reach the end of track with Cara right on my side. Our chests heaving up and down as we look at each other. Tears in her dark eyes. She looks absolutely wrecked.

I know I must be the same way.

We are more alike than we will ever admit. Because she knows my secret and I know hers.

"One more year" Cara mouths and I shake my head. I can't do it.

"One more year Arielle" She says it again and I breath out. It almost hurt to say it because I don't believe I have the courage to do it. But I must say it to believe it.

"One more year, Cara"

That's all we say to each other now. It's how we survive in the same world. We agreed to live like this. To stay away from each other until we finish Highschool then we will both escape. We will escape him.

We promised each other we would.

So I look at her one more time and I turn away.

I touch the hijabi around my face for comfort. I have to survive. Everything has already happened and I have survived the worst.

Now I either escape or I die trying.

"Mrs La Vessa"

I hear my name being called so I turn around knowing who is calling me.

"Yes Mr Vonn" I stare at the old man in his black suit.

"Your husband has requested for you to come home immediately. It's about your daughter" He is polite. Mr Vonn has always been polite towards me.

"I will fetch my bag and meet you at the front"

I turn away from him and my eyes meet Cara who is staring at me. I sigh and walk away.

I hope my daughter is okay.

Please don't let him hurt my daughter.

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More answers will come the further we get into the story.

I just want to give you an insight of where I'm going with this