Save me....(remake)

The truth? chapter 7

Brianna's POV

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Danny came and watched a few movies with Hailey and I after being gone for a couple of hours. I leaned up against him like a pillow until he left for bed. Hailey watched me like a hawk all night once he came down and after he left; most likely afraid I'll go upstairs and follow Danny. I don't blame her, I was being really nice after his fight with Tony, and cuddling with him during the movies doesn't help my position. I went into the bedroom to avoid her gaze, but she followed me and acted like she was getting ready for bed also.

I whirled around to face her "What?! Why are you watching me? Is it because I'm being nice to Danny? Or is it because I'm trying to 'escape'?"

"I don't know what you're talking about" she said innocently.

"Bull shit!! You've been watching me like a hawk all night and I'm really not in the mood for any more shit from you!"

"Did you even look at what you put on after your shower?!" she screeched t me.

"Yes, but I put on real clothes when Danny came in, thank you very much!"

"Real? Like what? That robe?"

"No! I'm not a slut. I put on real underwear, not a thong, and a tank top. He has dated me, ya know" I said moodily.

"What, did you strip for him?" she said sarcastically.

"No, we made out on his bed after he made me meet his parents! You made fun of me for it for weeks, remember?!"

"Oh, yeah! I remember! I watched you guys leave and then I hung out with Lewis and Josh for SIX HOURS!" she yelled louder than I thought her tiny body could manage.

"I'm sorry we went to the movies, and hung out with his parents for dinner, and then made out in his room, and then went to see another movie, before I came home! I'm sorry that I work my ass of just to please you, Josh, and Lewis! I'm just sorry for everything!!" I screamed at her with tears pooling in my eyes.

That got her to pause, mid-thought. She searched my face, looked hard into my eyes, but couldn't find any trace of a lie...because I wasn't lying. I did everything I could to make my best friend, brother, and boyfriend happy, but it never seemed like enough. I looked at her with a final thought, but never voiced it; she got the point.

"I-I-I'm sorry; I never knew" she said quietly and sincerely.

"That was the whole point" I said over my shoulder as I walked out of the bedroom.

I closed the door and kept my head down. I looked for a closet with blankets or something to keep me a little warm, and came up with a few small ones. Once I got to the couch and had made my make-shift bed, I looked at the itty-bitty window above me, and let the tears fall. I sat in the fetal position and cried like that for what seemed like hours, but in a way, it was comforting. I fell asleep like that; curled up in a ball at one end of the couch, head leaning on the back of the couch, and the last of my tears dripping down my cheeks. I slept soundly for about five hours, and by then, it was six thirty the next morning.

I woke up in the same position I fell asleep in, and was very stiff. My legs hurt and were tingling, my butt was sore from being on it all night, my neck hurt from being in a awkward position, and my eyes were crusted shut. I pried open my eyes and shuffled to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror, and was shocked at what I saw: my hair looked like a models, my eyes (aside from not being cleaned yet) were wide and bright, my lips looked full and swollen as if they had been kissed all night. I looked gorgeous, and nothing like myself, and it scared me. I took another look, and shook my head to clear away the rest of the fog.