Two Hurting Souls & Two Helping Hearts

"Wake up, Noelle! We are going be late to school again if you don't get up now!" Brie practically screamed.

I slow opened my eyes to adjust to the blinding light of the rising sun. "What time is it Brie?"

"Hahaha thought you would never wake up its 6 o'clock darling, we leave in an hour." Brie said with her award winning smile that fits with her award winning eyes, hair, personality you name it. You see Brie is only 2 hours older than me but I am positive she is 200 times prettier, with her big, blue eyes and long, curly, blonde hair.

I slowly climb out of bed, use the restroom and get dressed in the normal faded light blue skinny jeans with an Eminem T-Shirt tucked in, my Vans and a beanie. Brie's outfit was identical except she had a 5SOS t-shirt. I walk tiredly towards our shared mirror, and mindlessly take my beanie off to straighten my long curly blonde hair.

As we finish getting putting the finishing touches on our makeup, Brie putting the last few bobby-pins and touches of hairspray to her perfect fish-tail side braid I hear mom call from down stairs. Brie grabbed her thin-rimmed Ray-bans and I grabbed our iPhones and we headed downstairs for the day.

Dad was off in the living room with a beer bottle in his hand yelling at the new. I honestly don't know why mom stays with him but whatever not my choice. Brie and I sit at the table while mom makes a coffee for Brie and a hot cocoa for me.

"Girls, please go to Taylor’s house after school, your father and I have some business to take care of..." Mom trails off.

"Mom, Noelle can come to work with me and do homework there, I have a car remember?" Brie reminded our mom.

"Oh yes sorry dear I forget you two are 18 already." Mom said as we cleaned up our cereal bowls and gave her a hug as we snuck out the back door before dad remembers we exist.



After school brie and I climbed into her black Ford Focus, as we sped away from our boring ass high school to the small coffee cafe Brie works at. It’s a bright and sunny day so as we pull into a parking spot half way across the parking lot , I could tell my sister was going to be busy. “Good luck today Brie, have fun!” I say sarcastically fully knowing that a hot day will bring lots of teenage girls to the coffee shop that is cheaper than Starbucks in California. Damn White Girls. Not like I’m one to talk, but whatever.

We get out of the car and I grab my backpack. As soon as we walk in the door we are greeted by the smell of coffee and the familiar faces of the teenage girls from our school. I take a seat on one the back armchairs as Brie starts her barista shift. As soon as I plug in my head phones and listen to my “Homework” playlist, I get a notification for my countdown app. ‘Only 3 days to go!’ it says and I feel butterflies as I open the app and see that in fact there were 3 days 23 hours 58 minutes and 27 seconds until the One Direction concert. I almost forgot that mom tricked dad into buying deluxe front row seats one day when he was drunk. Ever since dad started drinking and being abusive, about 3 years ago, I swear the only reason mom stayed around is to trick him into getting us expensive stuff. Both of our parents have good jobs but if dad buys the expensive unneeded items mom can afford good quality needed items.

I sent Brie a screenshot, even though I knew she remembered because she won’t shut up about it. Brie is way more obsessed then I was, but all admit when she showed me a picture of them three years ago I kept up with them and stole her phone to look at her seemingly endless supply of pictures. Brie’s favorite is Harry and mine is Zayn so it’s not like we would ever fight over them I just don’t want to be the only 18 year old I know besides my sister that is obsessed with a boy band.

I finished up my homework and started talking to the only other person I talk besides my sister, Alex. I don’t have a ton of friends because 3 years ago when dad started abusing us I didn’t let anybody new into my life, because I was scared of getting hurt again. Speaking of hurt I just received a text from dad.

From: Father Shit Head
Where are u 2 little bitches?

To: Father Shit Head
Hey, nice to talk to you too dad! Brie and I are at Brie’s work then we are going to our neighbor Taylor’s house to do homework.

From: Father Shit Head
Fine. Me and ur mom will be out late tonight so keep out of trouble and dont get to fucked up!!!

To: Father Shit Head
Will do father dearest. :)

What a dick, well whatever.



On our way to Taylor’s house I tell Brie so that she can grab our overnight bags we keep packed in case things get to rough and we need to leave quickly. Today we aren’t leaving for good I think it would be safer to stay at Tay’s overnight because if dad comes home past midnight he likes to wake everybody in the house just to have a hissy fit and break things. Brie grabs the bags with clothes, make-up and hair styling stuff while I text mom.

To: The Birth Giver
Hey, mamma we are staying the night at Tay’s. Love you goodnight and stay strong.

I know she won’t respond dealing with dad is too much to handle. We greet Taylor, this soccer player that lives down the street for us. After we ate dinner and got ready for bed, I just lie in bed and think to self. "Stay strong" our family motto fits with our last name Strong.

Notes

Hello. Thank you for reading. Please leave a comment! This is my first fanfic and I need advice.

Stay strong. I love you. xx