I need you... (CaKe) (kendall and cara)

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Cara's pov

I'm 100% honest when I say that I hate Dave.
In fact I despise him. But it's not that I have known any different. You see, my father wasn't the best man in the world either, of course Dave is worse.

But he was a real bastard too and I remember a certain day with him. My father's big-time fling I call it.

I came home from school one day and my mother was sitting, crying. There was a woman there with a large nose and my father was there. My mother said, "come here."

I walked over and she said, "Do you love me?"

I wasn't quite sure but I told her, "yes." Then my father said to me, "Get the hell out of here." And my mother said, "No, Cara, stay."

"I'll kill you," I told my father what was pretty harsh but that's how I felt on that moment.

"Oh, Christ,"" said the woman with the big nose, "I'm getting out of here!"

"who do you love?" My mother asked my father and my father began crying.

"I love both of you." He said.

"I'll kill you," I told him again.

The woman with the big nose grabbed her purse and rand from the house.

"Gina! Wait!" screamed my father. He ran out of the house after her.

I ran out too. Gina got into my father's car and began to drive it down the street. She had the keys. My father ran after the car. Managed to reach in because the window was open, and grab Gina's purse. But Gina drove off anyhow.

Back in the house my mother said to me: "He says he loves her. Did you see her nose, Cara?"

"Yes, I saw it."

"Christ." Said my father, "get her out of here!"

"I'll kill you!" I told him. He rushed towards me. I didn't see the blow. My ear and face burned, I was on the floor-

And inside my head

A flash of red

And a ringing sound. It's cleared. I got up and rushed at him, swinging.

I couldn't kill him.

I know it wasn't really lady-like to fight like that anyway but I didn't care.

And a month later somebody broke his arm in a fight and it made me,

Very happy.

I hated his guts because he was just a mean human being. He did mean things and he was a mean man. Simple as that.

But it just didn't compare with mister David Fisher also called Dave. This man grew up in New-York but when his dad left him at an age of nine, he started to become a harsh boy who likes to start a fight and drank a lot. At age twenty he was an alcoholic and lost his job what made him move to LA were he worked in a liquor-store.
But when he realised it wasn't a job that was populair with the ladies, he started working at a clothing store for men.
After a while he met my mother and there was a spark so to say.

But I hated him. I always did. He drank a lot, he was disrespectful towards me when my mother was gone, ... But now, standing here in my locked bathroom just finishing vomiting, I see that he is an evil man. Just evil.

When we come home next month you will open up to me without hesitation (if you know what I mean) or I will post the video on almighty mister Facebook and hang the pictures up in your school. If you tell it to somebody I'm going to kill your mother and then I will kill you so don't you even dare to go to the cops

Big lovies –D

It was written in the envelope and I looked at the pictures again with tears in my eyes. It weren't much pictures. But four of these pictures were enough to cause a lot of damage. I didn't realize that Kendall was slamming the door. She must've been knocking the whole time so I opened it.

She opened her mouth to talk or shout but I just held up my index finger in a shhh-motion.

"Not a word..." She was standing with her mouth open and big eyes.

"Don't even ask me." I snapped and then I walked away with the two envelops in my hands towards the car. Kendall followed me in silence. I knew I made it to hard for her. She couldn't handle this. She always looked so hurt when I snapped to her. Not that I did that much but it did hurt her. You could see it in her eyes.

"I'm sorry." I whispered to her and she nodded.

Back in the car they were silent. Kendall went inside again to grab a suitcase and she started to put things in that Cara might need. When she came back she saw Cara sitting in the car. She has been crying and it was making her feel bad. Cara just leaned on her elbow looking outside and Kendall was driving but looked at her sometimes. Just some glances because the last thing she wanted was to cause an accident.

"I'm not going to ask you what happened...Because I know you don't want to tell me..." Kendall began and Cara looked at her slowly.

"But I hope you can tell me one day." Cara just looked at the beautiful tan girl . She was breathtaking and so perfect. Kendall was always ready to help or protect her and she was so freaking beautiful in her own way. Cara was staring at her, just admiring her beauty and Kendall knew. She took the blondes hand in her own. It fitted so perfectly.

Like it was meant to be.

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