get with it

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Isabella's pov

I slept over Val's house that night. Very roomy house to be in. I waited outside for Caitlin to come pick me up. I need to get home, shower, do a little homework, get back out and go to my aunts house for her birthday. "Thank you Val! See you Monday"

"Anytime Bella" I walk to the car and suddenly realized this wasn't her car. The window rolled down and I took a step back.

"get in" the deep voice said

"no. You aren't my pick up"

"Get in" i rolled my eyes opening the car door. I didn't bother looking at him. I text Caitlin I got taken home by a friend and she just answers with a simple 'okay' "This is all your fault" he began. Still not making contact with him "You are the reason behind why all this is happening" I sighed "I can't even see-"

"stop talking. Take me home" I say cutting him off. I felt him looking at me. "I have plans today" I added on

"yeah who Liam?" he says disgusted

"no! actually. I have a life and a family. Believe it or not!" I say getting out of the vehicle. He looks at me in disgust as a shut the car door. I stood on the side walk and just sob. I take my time walking to my front door. I felt someone grab my wrist before I could even make contact with the doorknob "let go of me" it was a small grip. I could easily shake it off but I don't want to see who it is. "I'm going to say it one more time. Let go of me" the grip of stronger, well not exactly. I looked back and see Danielle. I didn't know what to say. She looks terrible. Her eyes are puffy and red. Her face is stained with tears and she just looks terrible. I let go of me and my only response was to hug her. As quickly as I could I wrapped my arms around her neck crying in her shoulder "Danielle-"

"I don't want to hear it. I just want to say don't talk to me again. You've made me so unhappy these past weeks since we've been home from the dock and I couldn't thank you anymore" she says sarcastically. I twist the doorknob open

"your welcome" and I slammed the door shut quietly sliding down it crying into my hands.



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