Bad Romance

Breaking free

Here is chapter one....hope you enjoy.

Ariella's POV

I just got out off the hospital and trust me when I say this. I feel free. I was paralyzed for a whole year after I saw someone who I could not clearly remember got brutally murdered in front of me when I was 16.

But I slowly recovered from it and about a year later I am finally free. My mom and dad took me home and even though I have been gone for quite some time I still remember it like it was yesterday. The fresh smell of vanilla coffee in the kitchen filling my nose when I walked in.

"Ari we have so much to catch up on" my mom let out setting down her purse while sitting on one off the stools near the kitchen island. "I know. I missed you guys so much. How is the twins and what about Jake and Lea." I gushed unable to contain my excitement.

"Jake and Lea are fine, Lea got a boyfriend and Jake...well Jake is still Jake." My mom answered setting down a red and white present in front of me. I stared at it confusedly and slowly began to unwrap it for some reason I felt scared of what was in it.

When all the wrap was off I pulled off the lid of the small whit box and my mouth literally hung open. It was a rose gold IPhone 7 with a card saying 'welcome back'.

"Oh,my,god. Mom thank you so much!" I shouted jumping up and down like a kid. "Don't thank me thank them." She answered pointing towards the livingroom.

I untangled my hands from around her and skipped towards the living room. I immediately stopped when I saw Jake and Lea just standing there.

"No. Flipping. Way! Its really you oh my god."I screamed running to hug them both. "I missed you guys."

"We missed you too" they said hugging me back.

Ten minutes later.

We were up in my room talking about what happened during my paralyzed faze.

I learned about Lea's boyfriend. His name was Tyler and he was one of those 'badboys' and he was 19. I was starting school tomorrow and I must say I am quite excited to start senior year at school especially since I missed out last year.

When my best friends left I lied on my warm bed and I fell into a dreamless deep sleep.

The next day.

I woke up to the sound of an annoying alarm blaring through my ears making me roll off the bed knocking myself in the process.

I groaned and flew the alarm across the room.

I sleepily walked to my closet and picked a random outfit out of the different colored clothes. And I must say my random picking skills are on fucking point. Sorry for my language.

I took a 15 minute shower and wrapped a pink fluffy towel around me. I dried myself and put on the clothes I had picked out. Checking myself in the mirror I was satisfied and went downstairs.

              (Ariella's outfit)

I put my hair into a messy bun and sat at the kitchen island. I stopped eating my delicious pancakes when I spotted a key on the table and a card beside it. I lifted the card and read it 'Here is my welcome back gift. See you tomorrow. PS. dad' I put my dishes in the sink and walked outside with the key in my hand.

It was a beautiful black Maseratti sitting next to my fathers white rolls Royce.

I walked inside of my new car and drove off to school satisfied with the amazing sounds the car had made.

Two minutes later I was at the school and the attention I got was amazing. Not that I liked it.

I immediately spotted Jake and I walked over to him taking in all the glares and the astonished looks.

'I thought she was dead'

'Oh my god'

'She is really pretty'

I honestly didn't care. I was a few steps away from jake when I saw a group of boys dressed in black walk over to him doing bro hugs or whatever the hell you call it.

Suddenly someone  tapped me on my shoulder. I turned to look at the person only to find one of my old friends staring back at me.

"Hey, how are you" she asked

"I'm actually really good thanks. Harriet" I was proud of myself that I was able to say 'I'm OK' without breaking into tears.

I'm finally breaking free.

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