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15. Titanium

Caitlyn's POV

I miss my little girl more and more each day. Mitchel and I have tried to have my children but we just can't and I am scared that he's going to leave me.

Last night everyone came over to ours for dinner, it was a great night but it was sad seeing all the kids.

It made me think of Addison and that I never got to saw my little princess growing up.

But there was one thing last night that made me very upset. It was something that Tyrone said and then everyone agreed on it.

He said that there is a girl who is friends with Ashton that looks like Mitchel and I but I didn't really think anything of it.

We started talking about her for a while and they think that she is going through what I went through when I was around her age.

Claire didn't speak at all during that period of time but I got it out of her later about what was wrong.

We are very close so she tells me everything that happens in her life and she told me about her crush on Ashton but I have talked to him and he said that he likes Paris.

I just want to see my little girl. That's all I have ever wanted.

Paris's POV

I threw on some leggings, black converse and a long sleeve shirt with a hoodie over the top and headed off to school.

My hair was out so it curtained my face and I had on a ton of makeup. I didn't want anyone to see me, especially not Ashton.

If he saw me he would have so many questions and then he would be worried about me. I don't want that.

Last night I got a terrible beating from Tristan. He punched and slapped me repeatedly and he turned the iron on and burnt my face.

"Hey Paris" Ashton said from beside me.

I turned my music up a bit more and kept walking.

I think he was talking but I couldn't hear him cause my music was so loud.

I looked ahead of me and saw bright pink heels. Claire.

She started coming towards me and then gave me a hug. Wait what?

I shoved her off me and kept walking.

Why would she touch me? She hates me.

I headed off to the music room so I could let all my feelings out.

I sat at the stool behind the keyboard and touched one of the keys slightly.

"You shout it out, 

But I can't hear a word you say 

I'm talking loud not saying much 

I'm criticized but all your bullets ricochet 

You shoot me down, but I get up

I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose 

Fire away, fire away 

Ricochet, you take your aim 

Fire away, fire away 

You shoot me down but I won't fall 

I am titanium 

You shoot me down but I won't fall 

I am titanium