Good Girls Lie

Chapter 19 - The Pound

Poppy POV

The day ended quickly and while I was walking through the hallways, everyone kept looking at me.

I hated attention, but I was used to it. I was always the y'all of the school. In a hurtful way of course.

I walked out of school and stared walking home.

As I was walking, I started thinking about Ryder.

I should have told him I liked him back. But I kept thinking it was just a prank. A joke.

I should have told him anyways. To get the weight of my shoulders.

...

*sigh*

I arrived at my house and saw 4 cars parked in the driveway.

My mom's, dad's, Addison's, and Austin's car.

I furrow my brows. Why are they here?

I then remember about Gucci.

Oh no! What if they see her or hear her?!

I run into across the front lawn and into the house. I stop when I see them all sitting around in the living room.

They were all talking, but stop when they see me. All of their eyes on me. I look around to see that Gucci isn't around.

I mentally smile. I told her when they come over, she has to hide or else she's getting put in the pound.

"Penelope." My father says. My father had blue eyes while my mom, Austin, and Addison had brown eyes.

My dad had a deep Australian accent that sometimes no one can understand him.

"Thomas." I say to him, crossing my arms over my chest. I've decided not to call my parents mom or dad, considering they don't really love me.

"Poppy, it's rude to call dad by his real name." Austin says.

I roll my eyes. "And it's also rude to leave a minor living on her own." I snap.

I was so frustrated. Why were they even here? And if they say to visit me then that's bullshit.

"Penelope, you know we work a lot and Austin and Addison are busy with college." My mom, Karen, says.

"Karen, you know I was an accident." I snap, again.

I was sick and tired of this.

My father sighs. "Yes you were, but we still love you."

"Sure. Not once I heard none of you say it. And you know what? I don't care cause I don't love you back." I say. I storm out of the living and upstairs to my room before they can say anything.

I walk inside my room and close the door behind me. I find Gucci sitting on my bed with her paws crossed. I chuckle.

I sit next to her and scratch her neck.

"I hate it when they say they love me when they don't." I say quietly. I get up and go to my bathroom.

I look at myself in the mirror and sigh. I can't wait when I finally leave school and move away from this town.

I can go back to Australia and instead of going back to Melbourne, I can go to Sydney.

I bend down a little to grab my razor from the counter underneath the sink. I grab it and stare at it for a couple of minutes.

I sigh when I finally make my decision.

I turn on the water and place the razor on my skin. I feel it rip my skin a little and I see the blood mix with the water.

I stop after a few cuts and clean it. I clean the counter which was stained by my blood.

I turn the water off and go back into my room. I change my outfit into an emerald green seater and black leggings. I put on white furry socks and I get cozy on my bed with Gucci on my side.

***

It was now 6 in the evening. I took a 4 hour nap.

"Poppy!" I hear my mom yell from downstairs.

I groan. "What?" I yell.

"Dinner!" She yells back.

I sigh. I'm not really hungry. But I'm going downstairs anyways.

I look over at Gucci.

Should I tell them?

I stay in my bed for a couple of minutes before making up my mind.

"Come on Gucci. Follow me." I say getting off my bed and Gucci following right behind me.

I walk down the stairs to see my "family" sitting around the kitchen table. They were all talking with smiles on their faces.

They stop talking when they see. Addison looks looks down at my feet to see Gucci.

"You have a dog?" She asks.

I nod and walk over to the counter grabbing an apple. "Yup. Her name's Gucci."

"Since when?" Austin asks.

"7th grade." I say, taking a bite into the apple and sitting on one of the kitchen barstools.

"Well, enjoy her company while she stays. She's going to the pound." My mother says.

I get off the barstool. "Why? She's trained very well and has never peed or pooped inside the house. I don't see a problem." I argue.

"Well, your siblings took this semester off and they are staying here. That dog will just get in the way." My father argues.

My eyes widen. "Are you serous? Gucci isn't getting in the way?! She's so chill! I promise she won't get in the way!" I exclaim.

Gucci is NOT going to the pound. She means too much too me.

My dad stands up from his seat. "That dog I going to the pound rather you like it or not. And don't ever yell at me or your mother." He snaps.

I curl my hands into fists. My blood was boiling and I can feel my face getting red.

"You guys don't get it don't you? I'm just an extra to this stupid family! They kids at school bullied me since 6th grade and no one cares! Not even you guys! I might as well just die because this world will just be better without me! Oh! And I bet you guys wouldn't care! Gucci was my only friend and you guys are trying to take her away from me!" I yell. I felt my cheeks wet and I realized I was crying.

They all stared at me and without thinking, I scream. The loudest and I swear the neighbors heard me. They all covered their ears as I screamed. I stormed away from the kitchen and to my room. I slam my door shut and I fall on my bed.

I hear Gucci's paws on the ground and then a couple seconds later I feel the bed dip.

I look to my left to see Gucci. I smile at her.

"Don't worry, they are not going to take you to the pound." I said quietly. "They won't keep us apart."