"So everything I've been told was a lie?!"
Lie. Lie. Lie. Lie. Lie. Lie.
I backed away until my delicate body slammed against the cold, hard wall. Unable to think properly, I ran upstairs and launched the door shut, I felt the whole house shudder. Crawling onto my high bed, I fell flat on my face and covered my pillow with makeup. The large front door shut quietly, leaving behind all the memories and trapped emotions.
A gentle knock sounded on my wooden door, before the handle turned and it slid open.
"Dani" A voice appeared from around the door and came closer.
"Dani, are you okay?" The voice sounded again when I didn't reply.
Lifting my weak head from my pillow, I sat up when I realised who it was. Adjusting my position so I could see them properly, I groaned.
"Not really" Sighing loudly, I threw my head back so it hit the wall.
"I'm sorry" Tom sat down next to me and twiddled his fingers.
"I don't know if I can forgive you, not this time" Refusing to make eye contact, I let a tear roll down my cheek, dampening the skin.
"Please, all that me and Nate did, was to protect you" Placing his hand on mine and spinning my ring, his eyes were filled with regret.
"But it was you and him that I needed protecting from" Pulling my hand away from his touch, I wiped away the tear and sniffled.
"My intentions were always good, I never meant to hurt you" With a hint of softness in his voice, he curved a sympathetic smile.
"But you did, over and over" Nodding to show the repetition of the events, I rolled my eyes and huffed.
"I miss you, Danielle" Grabbing both my wrists and putting them around his waist, Tom slammed his lips against mine and leaned forward, sending me back.
Taking my hands away from his waist, I pushed hard on his chest but he didn't move. Wriggling around, I managed to force him off me.
"I'm over you" I replied simply and stood up from the bed.
"Well f*ck you" Tom copied my actions and began walking backwards towards the door. He launched his fist into my wall before slamming the door shut.
Falling back on my bed again, I ran my hands through my long hair and frowned. How did my life get so complicated? Why couldn't I go back to first starting Uni and partying all night instead of worrying whether my pregnant best friend will be okay; or whether my best friend's ex will be okay whilst fighting in war; or whether my best friend will get shot again; or whether we'll be in another car crash; or whether my ex will harm me again; or whether this boy I kissed once will remain alive. I'm tired of worrying, I'm 18, I should be having fun. I hate this. I hate what this is doing to me.
Just as I was letting my thoughts engulf me, I heard a knock on the front door. Standing up to go and get it, I walked down the long, spiral staircase until I realised Gilinsky had already opened the door because they were at ours. Surprisingly, I saw my Mum on the other side of the door.
"Hi, is Danielle in?" She spoke softly, I had missed her voice, it was so soothing.
"I'm here, Mum" I poked my head around the door and smiled warmly.
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Bad Boys, Sarcasm and Emotions // Nate Maloley
Fanfiction//"The only thing worse than a boy who hates you, is a boy who loves you"//
