Life is Like Make Up

Chapter Eight- Guess you cant cover things up after all.

OMG. OMG. OMG. #96 thriller? Whoa. That’s sick. xD lol love you guys, like a ton<3 a bunch of nights ago, my amazing friend and I were talking crazy stuff, when someone voted a chapter. I was like YAY(: but then they voted again, so I was like OMG, WHOA, SECOND VOTE DX then I got another one, and  I was like –dies blissfully- . lol, just thought I would say that xD anyways, here is chapter 8 ;D

And I'm dreadfully sorry about the supper late chapter. I’ve been really busy, and then I got my laptop taken away from me ><  plus, it was my birthday before that, and that goes like a week of doing stuff.

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[Chapter Eight] <- my last book, I gave up at ch. 9. Dx so cross your fingers!!><

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Adam’s P.O.V

“Adam, please come back, like right now. Run through red lights if you have to, PLEASE!” Isabella sobbed through the phone franticly.

“Don’t worry, just breath and tell me what wrong?” I asked as I turned the car around and went back to Isabella’s house.

“My dad…Daniel…oh god, DAD, STOP IT, PLEASE! Adam, where are you? Please hurry up, Daniel…” her voice broke off at the end, and suddenly I heard the phone drop and a glass shatter. “Let. Go. Of. Him. You Physco!”

Then the voice changed to a much deeper voice, a man’s voice, slurring. “You b*tch. Haven’t I ever taught you a lesson?”

Then I heard a crack loud enough I could hear it through the phone. Oh, that cannot be good.

I raced to her house; thankfully I haven’t gotten that far. Closing the phone without saying bye, I called 911.

“911, what’s your emergency?” an operator asked.

“A friend of mine is in trouble. I'm not sure what’s happening exactly, but she said something about her dad, and then I heard a crash.  I think her father is drunk, and I heard him yell at her…” when the operator asked the street address I said, “Its 182 Indigo St, B. Please, hurry.”

 I hung up the phone, and 30 seconds later I was in her driveway. Getting out of the car, I ran to her open door, and took in the scene.

Daniel was lying unconscious on the floor, a pool of blood surrounding him.  Not far away from him was none other than Isabella, her father’s hands locked onto her hair, pulling her head back.

“Hey! Let go of her!” I yelled, running up to who I'm guessing is her father, and yanked his hands away from him.

“You called one of your f*ck buddies?!” He spat, furry in his eyes.

Isabella didn’t answer; she was sobbing uncontrollably, blood rolling down her face. It broke my heart to see her like this, I couldn’t control my emotions. Pulling Isabella behind me, I pushed her father away. “Don’t you dare touch her.” I say when he tried to grab her again. I pushed her further behind me.

“Don’t you dare tell me what to do, son. Looks like another one of your friends Isabella needs a lesson.” He said, slurring every other word and staring behind my shoulder.

I glanced behind me and saw that Isabella was holding Daniel, crying silently. For some reason a part of me wanted to go and comfort her, but before I even turn my body towards her my face met with the cold floor tiles.

Groaning, I tried to get up but Isabella’s father hit me again, this time drawing blood.

 Isabella screamed, but her father ignored her, and I could barely hear her. Because all I could hear was the sound of bone hitting bone, and Isabella’s father’s grunts.