terrible things (a Daryl Dixon love story) [Daryl Dixon fan-fic]

Chapter 4

“Hey babe!”

“Hi”

“Are you okay babe?”

Jeez, I love this boy…

wow my mind is sarcastic.

“I’m fine Chris.”

“Right. Where were you today before your rehearsal?”

“The mall”

“Bullshit! I was here and I never saw you!”

“Just because you didn’t see me, doesn’t mean I wasn’t here!”

“Don’t start your shit Katy!”

“GET OUT OF MY ROOM!!”

He scowled at me and moved closer. “Chris if you hit me I’m not covering it up tomorrow, you will get into so much shit and I’ll make sure you are caught!”

“Well, no one will believe you.” And he slapped me and left.

What a dick head.

I texted Daryl.

Me: Hey Dare, can you talk now?

Daryl: yeah.

Me: What are you doing?

Daryl: Speaking to you, you?

Me: just lying in bed.

Daryl: you okay? Ready for your competition?

Me: yea, I’m ready.

Daryl: are you okay?

Me: Goodnight Dare. See you tomorrow.

Daryl: Where are you?

Me: a hotel close to the rink.

Daryl: helpful. Night princess.

I smiled at the princess comment.

Me: Night.

I got off my bed and locked the door, I refuse to have Chris barge in again, or sneak into my room and try get in this bed. I seriously hate the fucker, I just want to be happy, and that is definitely not with him. Finally sleep took over, my alarm was set for 9 o’clock the competition starts at 11 o’clock so that gives me enough time to warm up, get dressed and make up and make sure they have the right song in for me (Yes I’m paranoid). Everything must be beyond perfect tomorrow.

***9 o’clock the next morning***

I’m moving closer and closer to you

I say it’s not over and hope that it’s not true

I’m waiting for someone and hope that it’s you

No better way to wake up than hearing the Locnville brothers new song, closer.

I stretched and got up and went to the bathroom, doing my daily routine, and getting into the shower I turned my “Shower playlist” on and all that shit. After that, I made myself some breakfast, a protein shake and an apple, strict diet because Chris doesn’t want me to get fat (yea, he is such a dickhead, son of a bitch… I’ll stop… for now).

It is now 10:04, shit, I better take my makeup, hair stuff and outfit to the rink… looks like I’m running out of time. I ran to the car and drove like a mad woman to the ice rink. I got to the rink and laced up my skates quickly and jumped on the ice and just skated a fast around and around and around, did a few jumps and twirls, I decided it was enough and went into the bathroom and got ready for the competition.