Typical teenager, a junior in Kimber High in North Carolina. Admired by the whole town she has a residence in, and known for her captivating beauty and manners. Laila Stars, the one admired by all but not by the most important person. Herself.
Lail...
After school, Liam came and picked me up to go home. It was raining all day for an odd reason, and I watched as the rain trickled down the clear window of Liam's rented car. The sky was gray, and the clouds were darker.
"What's up, Laila?" Liam breaks the ice as staring into the car mirror. He would take a few glances at the road, but his stares were fixed on me.
I've mastered the lying skill, but doing that Liam isn't fair. Or to my family. The remains of them, "The usual." I sigh, "Everything still hurts, Liam."
He reverts his eyes back into the road, and stops the car at the red headlight, "Vorrei poterti aiutare, ma tu sai che l'unico che può aiutarti è te stesso." Which means that he wishes he could help me but the only person who can help me is myself, which is fully truly. I wish I knew how though.
We fall into deep silence after that, as none of us know how to reply after the honest exchange. Also one of the best reasons I'm real to Liam, he never likes to push anyone to anything.
We arrive home and I start moping my feet along the heavy rain pounding on my blond hair. What was wrong with me today? I was in a gloomy mood everyday, but something was really wrong with me today. Maybe I should give Zayn a ring? Or Francesca?
Before I touch the cold handle of our mansion, I take a glance back and see Liam still in the car, with his hand stuck out, and the other on in the car has a cigarette in his hand.
"Since when do you smoke?" I say the first thing that comes into my thoughts, "And why aren't you coming in?"
He lets out a puff of gray smoke and look at me, "I'm going to Joana," he says, ignoring my first question. I shrug and walk into the house.
The house was dark, only the moonlight light illuminating the floor from the crystal windows. Usually when someone is in here, atleast the room light is turned on. Well, I guess I have the house for myself tonight.
I collapse on the comfortable couch, eyeing the wine cellar beside the TV. I've never had an actual drink before, I didn't see the point of frying the back of your throat and going nuts. But tonight, may things change. I close my eyes and take a deep breathe, let all of the memories flush into the walls of my tired brain.
The sounds of screaming rippled through the thin walls of our home. I slowly got out of the bed and into Lara's. She was awake, I noticed, and she was shaking. Badly. I hugged her from behind her vibrating back and her muscles immediately relaxed. We were 13 at the time, and we didn't know how to deal with our parents fighting each and every night.
"You're a piece of shit, Quinn! Stealing my files? Are you out of your mind?" Papa growls at mama, and I hug Lara tighter with each word exchanged.
A loud crash comes from their room while Lara and I exchange glances. As identical twins, we have the same instincts and get out of our room to check it out.
I hold her hand tightly and walk steadily to their room door. Out of sheer curiosity, we both take a peek of what's happening inside and Lara lets out a sob, too loud for the situation.
"Lara?!"
I shoot up from the couch because of a loud tap, and it takes a few seconds to register where I am. The house was still dark and dim though. I run upstairs, into my room and rub my head roughly. A headache was forming. Great.
Tap.
I get closer to the window and the sounds get louder and louder.
Tap.
I open the curtain and see small rocks being thrown into my clear window. I squint my eyes and try to make out the figure down on the pitch black cobble floor, and my heart starts to squeeze and pump harder and harder.
Pulling my window to the side, I shout the clear for him to hear, "Zayn?!"
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