New Life, New Love

I woke up when I heard my mom and Anne's voices coming from downstairs.

And like any normal, self-respecting teenager, I decided to eavesdrop.

"Belle seems like such a sweetheart. Her smile just lights up the room."

"Yup. That's my daughter. She's always been that way, all smiles. Well...almost always.." My mom's tone became sad at the end but I don't think Anne caught on.

I wonder what she meant by that. It's not like she knew about my bullying.....
I remember before high school how everyone would always call me sunshine. I was just this bright ball of cheeriness. Then high school happened, and the bullying started. The brightness faded, but I tried to pretend it was still there. I was convincing, but it was obvious to my family something was different, though they never knew why.
"I just wish Harry would become friends with her. She seems like a good kid, and he's always getting into trouble. He needs a solid person in his life." I scoffed at her words. Like hell I'd ever be friends with him. "He's a good kid deep down. I just wish he wouldn't be afraid to bring that side of him out more. I hate all the trouble he gets into."

"What kind of trouble?" My mom pried.

"Ya know, the occasional fights at school. The pierced friends. God, I would rip my hair out if he pierced his body like them. The tattoos are bad enough." They both laughed before Anne continued. "And the girls. That's probably the worst thing about it. He doesn't know how much I know. But I'm almost 99% sure he brings girls over when ever I go off on a business trip. He's like his dad in that respect. It would be better if it was just one girl, but its a different one all the time! I've lost track of how many girls he's introduced me to! And those are just the girls I've met."

"Hmm...well, maybe one day he'll come around. There must be a girl out there that will capture his heart for good."

"I hope so."

"The house seems awfully quiet. I wonder if Belle is home..."

"Well, I should get going. My plane takes off tonight."
They said their goodbyes.

I looked at the time. 5:30?!
I was asleep longer than I thought. I remembered: The party is tonight.

I groaned as I fell to my bed, wincing. I forgot about my arm...crud.
I didn't want to go, but I knew that I had to. I began to think long and hard about my situation.
I no longer wanted to prove myself. I didn't need to prove anything to me or another person. I didn't need to live my life for other people.I needed to do what was gonna help me through my pain, and that isn't always going to be easy. I have to expect it to be hard, otherwise I'll just end up disappointed.



I'm going to that party. I am no longer a victim. I am a warrior. As much as I hate Harry, I won't try to please him, he's no good for me or my sanity.

I'm ready to be the girl I was again in 8th grade.

I quickly rushed to get an outfit on. I took off my bandaids to let my cuts breath while I got ready. I needed something with sleeves to hide the wounds on my arm.
My hair was still curled from this morning, so I decided to leave it down. I applied cinnamon flavored lip gloss to my full lips and a small bit of mascara to help distract from the puffiness of my eyes. I took a long hard look in the mirror to make sure I didn't look like a clown.
I didn't. I looked like my normal self, with some added touches.
I started to laugh to myself about what happened this morning. I didn't find it funny that I was bullied, what I found funny was the fact that I thought that makeup would actually look attractive. I shook my head as I chuckled.

I've found it's good to laugh at ourselves, even during the most trying and embarrassing times.

My brother walked into my room.
"Hey, Belle. I can't make it to the party tonight, I twisted my knee a bit. You're gonna have to go with Harry alone. Somehow mom convinced dad it would be okay, especially since there is supposedly parental supervision. He just said you need to keep your phone on you at all times. Stay near Melody."

Oh.

I picked up my phone and decided to text my red-headed friend. She had sent me numerous messages throughout the day, asking if I was okay.

Belle:
Melody! I'm doing a lot better. See ya at the party!!!


*Doorbell*
"Harry's here!" Without Jon to defend me, I wasn't sure how I felt about going to the party. At least Melody would be there.
But on the way down the stairs I realized I was about to be trapped alone in the car with Harry.



Oh, I just love my life.............................

.....not.

Notes

Okay so this was definitely a shorter chapter, but I thought since the last one was rreeaaallly long ya'll would let my off the hook :) especially since it's like almost 3 am for me.

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