Story Of My Life

Chapter 17- Genevieve's Breakdown

Hey Lovelies, Emma here. Camp was amazing! I'm sorry I haven't updated sooner I was just trying to find out how I wanted to write this chapter. So here's chapter 17! Enjoy! 😘

Genevieve's POV

"Please..... Li Li...I need you."

My bum sits on the ground as my hands fall onto my lap, limply. Soft cries rack my small body, my head hangs low as tears soak my face.

"Didn't you hear me?" I ask, teeth clenched.

Silence.

"I said I need you."

Hands balled into fist as I sit on the ground. My head slowly lifts up as I wipe tears that seem to fall without an end. I stand up, turning towards the wooden door.

"Fine. Have it your way, Liam. I guess you don't want me here for you. You have been there for me and I just want to return the favor. Hope you enjoy life inside your room Liam." I speak with anger flowing through my veins.

I stomp away from my selfish brothers room. I wreck everything in my path as I make my way into the living room where everyone's hanging out.

"Arrrgg!" I shout in frustration.

Everything falls to the ground with loud crashes, glass falls into a million little pieces.

"Genie stop!"

Someone yells at me, but all I can hear is the blood and anger pumping in through my veins and ears. I didn't realize that I am in the kitchen, holding one of the sharp drawing tools. I throw the knife, it lands with a clank to the ground a couple feet away from my angered body.

"Ahhhh!" I scream.

Loud shouts and profanities flow out of my mouth with no problem.

"Genie."

"Genie!" the voice shouts again.

"What?" I spat.

I see Zayn slowly making his way over to my body that's shaking with anger.

"Take 10 deep breathes." He tells me.

"Like I would listen to you." I sneer.

Zayn's perfect face falters at my choice of words. He almost looks sadden at my formality of word choice; I can't help it that I spoke the truth. I don't have to listen to the egotistical popster. The one thing that I don't have the choice to tune out; my brain and thoughts. I only have negative bubbles roaming around my head, ones that tell me I need to smash and break things to prove my point. To prove that Genevieve Anna Payne is having a breakdown. A breakdown far worse that Liam's; one that will leave everyone appalled by my 8 year behavior. What? I can't help but feel like I don't have control over my actions and words. I didn't choose for my parents to die. I didn't choose to live with my older brother and his band, One Direction. I didn't get to choose my fear of water and being left. I didn't choose any of this. But what I do get to choose is to have a breakdown; and I call it Genevieve's Breakdown.

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Sorry the chapter is short, but I think this one is important because it sets it up for the next chapter that is to come. The next one I think is going to be juicy! So thank-you for the reads while I was away. Bye Lovelies....until next time. ✌️