Rumors [H.S. FANFICTION]

Chapter 10- Help Me

Harry and I sit in silence on his bed. I'm livid. I think that something good is happening, but in reality, nothing every works out for me. That's just how it is, and how it will always be. My dad dies, my anxiety spikes, and now the guy I like a ton is a dad. Why is it that I can't be happy? What in the hell did I do to deserve all of this?

Harry is staring at the wall, and I'm staring at my feet hanging over the edge of the bed.

"Well don't just sit there Harry. Talk to me," I push him to speak.

"I'm so sorry," he cries.

"Nothing ever works out for me. I think I'm going to be happy, and then something takes it all away from me. Always," I say angrily.

He hears the anger in my voice, and tries to pull me closer to him. I resist and push him off.

"Don't touch me," I say.

My gut is burning with anger and I can feel tears stream down my cheeks. The heat of my sadness is rushing throughout my body and I feel so tense. I'm unsure of what to do with myself.

"There's spaghetti for you in the kitchen. I need to go," I say and get up quickly. I need to get out of here before I go insane. My heart hurts.

"Connie, please stay.." Harry pleads and tries to reach for my arm.

I get up and walk out of his bedroom. I close the door and walk through his house. Niall is on the couch and sees he crying.

"Connie? What's the matter? Bloody Hell, are you crying?" He says concerned.

I ignore him and walk out the front door. As soon as I get to the car, my anger is at its peak. I slam my fists against to steering wheel and scream. "FUCK!" My lungs forget how to breathe. "WHY DOES THIS FUCKING HAPPEN TO ME?" I cry and start the car. I speed out of his neighborhood and call Brielle. When she answers, I can't hold back the tears.

"Brielle, I need to go home.." I say under my sobbing.

"Connie where are you?!" She asks me.

"I'm on my way home. I-I need to g-go home. N-now. Harry's ex is p-preg-pregnant," I say and gag because I'm crying so hard. "Help me," I plead. "It hurts."

"I'll be at your apartment when you get here. Promise me you won't do anything stupid,"

I'm silent.

"Promise me Connie!" She practically yells.

"Mhm," I mumble and hang up.

This life is not for me. I don't deserve all of the shit I've been through. I don't deserve any of it.

My life is a living Hell.
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When I get home, I unlock the door and Brielle is sitting on my couch. As soon as I see her I break down.

Brielle gets up and walks over to me.

"Con," she says and squeezes me to comfort my sadness. "I'm here Connie. I'm right here," she says and caresses my head.

"I need to go home," I say and flex my whole body to prevent myself from doing anything stupid.

"I NEED TO GO HOME," I scream with tears falling out of my eyes.

"Con, shhh. Breathe, please. Close your eyes. Breathe with me. 1....2.....3.....4....," she tries to help me.

I breathe with her and fall to the floor. Brielle is hugging me from behind and counting my breathes as I relax.

"Go lay on the couch," she says and pulls me up off of the floor. "Should I call your mom?" She asks.

"No!" I quickly reply. "She'll be so worried," I say.

I lay down on the couch and try to breathe slowly. I haven't had a panic attack like that in months. I close my eyes and try to think of happy things. As soon as I begin to think, I begin to fall asleep.

"Daddy! Daddy!" I say and giggle. I slide down the slide into my papa's arms. "You're a silly goose Con Bon," my dad says and kisses both of my cheeks.

"What do you say we go get a candy bar before we go back home?" He asks and I jump up and down in excitement. "Yes yes yes!" I yell.

"I hope you had an amazing birthday princess," he says and buckles me into my car seat. "I did papa, I got to play with you," I say and hug my dads neck. I feel his scratchy beard against my cheeks and laugh. "Itchy chin!" I say and he pokes my nose.

Papa gets into the drivers seat and begins to drive. He puts on the radio and Bon Jovi comes on. Bon Jovi is mine and papa's favorite thing to sing to in the car.

Papa uses his silly voice and starts to sing "Livin' on a Prayer."

"Oh-oh! Livin' on a prayer!" He and I sing in unison as we make our way to the gas station.

When we arrive, papa opens the door and unbuckles me. Daddy says that as soon as I'm twelve, I don't need a car seat or a booster, but I'm only Six.

"Time to get the birthday girl some candy!" He says and picks me up out of my seat.

When we get into the gas station, I run to the candies. I pick a Hershey's chocolate bar and run up to papa. "Got it!" I say and hand him the candy bar. Papa smiles and places it onto the counter to pay. "1.07" the cashier says. Papa hands him a five dollar bill. "Keep the change," he says the cashier and smiles.

When we get back to car, papa buckles me up and gets into the drivers seat once more. We turn on some more Bon Jovi and begin to drive home. We sing, and sing. Papa's voice is getting deeper and raspier, and sounds a bit scary.

When he turns around to look at me, he starts to laugh and evil laugh and his skin turn bright red. Horns begin to sprout out of his head, and I scream in fear.

"You'll never be happy Connie," he says and bursts out in laughter.

I desperately try to unbuckle my car seat as the man who seems to be he devil stares at me with his dark eyes. Once I unbuckle, I close my eyes and pray as I jump out of the door.
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"Connie? Connie are you okay?" I wake up to Brielle inches from my face. "You were screaming, and sweating," she says and holds a cold rag to my head.

"I'm fine. Just a nightmare," I say and try not to cry.