My Name is Porcelain (A Marianas Trench Fan-Fic)

It Comes Crashing In

Sorry about the wait. My computer hates me. ANYWAY. Enjoy! Comment. vote all dat stuff :D

Chapter 22

“Go wake Dalia. She needs to get ready if she’s going to the studio with you.” I kissed Josh’s cheek and shoved her towards Dalia’s room. Josh shook his head and gave me his pathetic puppy dog eyes.

“Come on, can we just talk for a while.” I laughed at the babyish voice Josh managed to squeak out.

“Joshua.” I giggle half way through his name and turned my shake to a nod. “God I love you.” I said wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him down for a kiss.

“Ew! Keep it PG!” Dalia stood at the door covering her eyes and turning away.

“Oh I’m sure a pretty girl like you has kissed a guy before.” Josh walked over Dalia and pinched her cheeks.

“Nope. Never. Nada.” I looked to Josh and waved him on so he would go shower. Dalia made her way to the fridge and rummaged through looking for the milk. I handed her, her cup of coffee and laughed. She was pretty mature for a fourteen year old. When I was fourteen, (At least when I thought I was) I was smoking weed with three guys behind a dumpster near an old folks home. Or having nightmares of my dad.

It’d been three weeks Dalia lived with us. It was actually pretty great. Tomorrow she was starting school just down the block and she even helped clean up whenever she could. She was really talented and loved to sing with Josh at the studio. They came up with a song a few days earlier about Ian and his curly hair. I stared at her while she poured her cereal, not realizing I had been until she snapped in my face and questioned me.

“Did our dad ever go to your house for three weeks or more?” I needed to ask this even if she thought it was weird. She nodded. “I don’t want you to be creeped out. I need to know though… Did he um, ever.” I couldn’t make the words out, but Dalia knew what I was talking about.

A tear started in her eye, for a second I thought that was it. But she broke down and wrapped her arms around my waist. “All the time.” This made me cry too. Not only had our dad emotionally destroy me he did with her too. “Started when I was seven.” This made me cry more. I couldn’t believe it.

“I’m so sorry.” I kissed the top of her head and hugged her tighter. “You didn’t deserve that.” I looked up to see Josh awkwardly standing in with a towel on his waist and another in his hand drying his hair.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I’ll just be in the bedroom.” Dalia pushed away from me and wiped the tears from her face before declining Josh’s offer to leave.

“No stay, it’s really okay.” She faked a smile then waved Josh over.

“I’m going to get changed real quickly. Be ready to leave in half an hour. The guys are waiting.” Another fake smile from Dalia. I wiped the tears from my face and followed Josh to our room, leaving Dalia with her coffee and cereal.

As Josh slipped into a pair of skinny jeans, I pulled out an old pair of converse from the closet and slipped them on after my Leggings. I stared down at them contemplating if it looked right. I figured it did and searched for my jacket. Standing in a bra pushing through the closet Josh walked up and wrapped his arm around my stomach. I knew my scars made Josh upset, but he just kind of sat there kissing my neck and running his slick fingers across each raised area. I dropped my arms and held his hand, stopping him from moving them again. I peeled them off my stomach and started searching for a tank top. I found one hanging in the back of closet and quickly pulled it over my shoulders hiding the few scars on my stomach. The ones on my arms still exposed.