Noted

Chapter 9

"Wait! Quinn!" Troy called to me as I ran through the crowd, towards the exit of the Rainbow Room.

"Thank you for coming, Miss Bridges," the doorman said, but I ignored the man completely and left the Rockefeller centre, with Troy trailing quickly behind me.

"Quinn, stop! Stop for a second!" Troy continued call-ing after me, but I couldn't stop running; until I stumbled into an alleyway and fell to the ground sobbing.

"Quinn,..." he said, standing beside me.

I couldn't stop crying. Troy descended to his knees and held me in his arms as I continued to shed what seemed like an ocean's worth of tears. We sat there for a good half hour until I finally calmed down, but my tears only turned into rage.

"I can't believe he could do something like this..." I said quietly, but with so much anger.

Troy didn't respond.

"My mother is in chemotherapy, and he's off with some skank actress?" I yelled. "While my mother's in the damn Hospital?"

Troy seemed shocked by the news, but didn't say anything. I forgot that I hadn't told him about her.

I stood up and paced the alleyway. My anger was only getting stronger. I was shaking with rage; my heart beating a mile a minute. I was on the verge of a breakdown.

"Let me take you home," Troy suggested, trying to calm me down. I didn't let him, and I squirmed out of his grasp.

"How could someone do such a heartless thing?" I asked. "My father has done lot of things...a lot of horrible things; he's a drunk, a shitty father...but this?t This is...unforgivable. He's tearing my family apart more than he already has...I'll definitely be alone after my mother finds out about this...I won't ever have any family to come home to."

"I'll be there," Troy said. "You won't be alone..."

I ignored his attempts to console me. "I can't tell my mom about this," I said, vigorously shaking my head as more tears filled my eyes. "This is going to kill her, Troy. It's going to actually kill her. The stress will stop her heart." I fell to the ground once more, not caring about my Dior dress being ruined from the dirty puddle of melted snow I was sitting in.

Troy picked me up from the ground. I suddenly stopped crying and unchained myself from Troy's grasp. "I know what I'm going to do," I said, and wiped my tears onto Troy's leather jacket. He didn't care, he kept his eyes on me, looking for something.

"Confront your father about it?" asked Troy.

"That's useless!" I said aggressively, I wasn't thinking about anything I was splurging out. I was speaking out from blind rage. "He won't even look me in the eye these days; forget trying to talk to him about anything."

"What are you going to do then?" Troy asked, concerned as where I was going with my plans.

"Revenge." was all I said. It was clear to anybody within earshot that I was serious, as I practically screamed it for all of New York City to hear.

"Yep, that's it. I'm taking you home." Troy said, shaking his head, he definitely thought I was losing my mind. Maybe he was right, I felt like I was going mad.

"I'm serious." I stomped my foot on the concrete.

"I'm taking you home." Troy repeated.

"No!" I shouted.

Troy seemed taken aback. We both fell silent. Utter, almost painful silence followed, until I spoke again.

"I want you to take me...to your house." I said slowly and quietly, looking down in defeat.