Joe's POV:
I heard a knock at the door, and I smiled knowing that it was Olivia.
'Come in.' I call out, switching my phone on silent.
The door opened and a young woman walked in, with long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes.
She smiled at me, rushing over.
'Hey Joe!' She exclaimed, pulling me into a hug.
'Hey Olivia.' I grin, hugging her back.
But it felt strange...
I didn't really feel anything, not like what I felt with Dianne.
Every time me and Dianne hugged, I felt the electricity and shocks run through me.
With Olivia, it was just... nothing.
She was very pretty, but definitely not my type.
But maybe I was wrong.
I thought the same about the redhead before I knew her, but now we're closer than ever.
'So, you wanna talk for a little while?' She asked, smiling sweetly up at me.
I nod, scratching my neck awkwardly.
'So, tell me about yourself.' She giggled slightly, taking me by the hand and leading me to the sofa.
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Dianne's POV:
I hesitantly opened my eyes when I heard the door slam.
I look up at the ceiling and let more tears fall down my cheeks as overwhelming pain overcame me.
The whole time Anthony hurt me, which felt like hours, I'd blanked out just thinking about the baby.
I was usually a positive person, but this time I knew there was no positive. There was a 99% chance that my baby was gone.
To be honest, it would be a miracle if they survived.
Slowly, I sat up and glanced at my arms, legs and stomach.
Bruises everywhere.
Aching all over.
But all this pain didn't even come close to the emotional pain, the heart wrenching pain of knowing you've lost someone.
I pull my knees into my chest and sob, letting out all my emotions.
The worst thing was, I knew he'd react like that. He'd want nothing to do with me, never.
I've always been worthless, to everyone.
I'm always the one who's forgotten about, laughed at, made fun of.
The one who can never find someone to love them because they're so messed up inside.
The one who isn't perfect.
I'm the broken girl.
With almost nothing left to break.
I've lost almost everyone, and soon enough, I'll have no one.
I'll be nobody.
The worthless woman who's used.
And then torn apart piece by piece.
Then, when she finally finds the courage to open up again, more of herself is broken.
It's happened to me before, every day.
Forgotten about.
Worthless.
I'm that girl with nothing left to lose.
Because I've already lost everything.
And everyone.
Joe's POV:
Me and Olivia were laughing at something she'd said, and we were both crying.
'You remind me so much of Dianne.' I chuckle, leaning back in my seat.
'Who's that?' Olivia asked, slight jealously in her tone.
'Oh, just my dance partner.' I said, although it hurt me to say that.
I wish that I could have something with that girl, a relationship.
Dianne seemed perfect for me, our personalities matched perfectly and we could talk about everything.
I completely trusted that girl, with everything.
Suddenly, I heard the studio door open and I saw a flash of red go past the door.
It was probably Dianne meeting up with Amy or someone.
'You wanna go back to mine?' I ask Olivia, picking my phone up.
She nodded, but the frowned.
Olivia had seen my lock screen and the text displayed on it.
There was a picture of me and Dianne at the launch party and a text from Dianne.
Di 💃: joe where are you
Di 💃: I'm so sorry that I lied to you but I met up with Anthony
Di 💃: I need you
Worry for her overcame my thoughts.
'Sorry about this.' I say to Olivia with it head down, calling the redhead.
She picked up almost immediately.
'Dianne, what happened?'
I could hear sobbing from the other end of the call.
'I-I lost my b-baby-'
My heart stopped and I could see the confusion in Olivia's eyes.
'I-I need you.'
