Rebekah's POV
My phone begins to ring. I answer it. Carson. "Hello".
"Hey Rebekah, can we talk".
I wonder what he wanted to talk about. "Yeah. Meet me at the park in 30 minutes".
"Yeah, I'll see you then". With that, I put on my converses and throw sweat pants and a hoodie on. I was going to do something stupid. I opened my window and climbed out.
When I reached the park, I saw Carson. "Hey Carson".
"Hey Rebekah. Listen, I wanted to talk to you about that kiss. Listen, I just can't be with you right now. I'm sorry, I just don't like you". I felt like going home and crying my eyes out.
"Totally, after all, it was just a dare", I say, trying to believe it. Why was I so sad. It's not like I like him like that. Or do I?
"Great, I'm glad we agree".
After 5 minutes of awkward silence, I speak up. "I have to go".
"Me too".
I walk back to the house. When I enter the front door, not caring if I got caught, I see the boys in the living room. "Rebekah Irwin, where were you? I was so worried you got kidnapped. We called you numerous times. Your mom is still out there. That was just stupid. I'm so disappointed in you. I expected more from you. You're grounded for 2 weeks.
To be honest, I didn't care. I started to cry. If crying is even a word anymore. I was full on sobbing.
"Baby, you don't have to cry. I know I got mad at you, but you don't need to cry". I shake my head. Dad dosen't know why I'm sad. I don't even know why I'm sad.
Luke chimes in. "Is there a bigger reason why you're so upset?" I nod my head.
I take a seat on the couch. "Beki, take your time. Explain what happened".
I start to explain what happened, crying more. "And I don't even know why I'm so upset".
Calum hugs me. "I'm sorry. I don't even know why Michael and I tried to set you up with him. If it's anyone's fault, it's ours".
"No, it's my fault. I shouldn't have thought that he would like me. I was lying to myself. You know what they say, the truth hurts".
Dad gives me a tissue. "Baby, you know that's not true. Carson is stupid for not liking you. He's probably going to go with one of those girls who wear a lot of makeup and are popular". I start to cry more.
"So you're saying I'm a loser who's not pretty".
"No no no, that's not what I'm saying. Princess, you keep twisting my words around". I get up from the couch.
"Whatever".
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Beautifully Broken
FanfictionRebekah Irwin is a 15 year old that lives with her dad and uncles. It can get tough being the only girl in the house, especially if they're all doctors. Doctors can always find the little white lies. Drama is to come. Between boys to mean girls. Wil...