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I drop Dakota off at the house before driving back to mine. The day was going by so well until she comes back bruised. I sigh in the silence. I know Dakota doesn’t talk most of the time, but she makes it feel worth it. Though she doesn’t feel like she is. Why are women so blind? Not trying to be sexist or anything, but women always say the opposite. The smart say they’re stupid. The skinny say they’re fat. And the beautiful say they’re ugly. If I had a dime for everytime a girl tweeted about that... well there wouldn’t be much of a difference for me.
I pull into my driveway and walk inside. Time for Twitter I guess. Got nothing better to do. I plop down on the couch and click on the app. Guess what’s the first thing I saw. A new trending topic related to me. #DieDakota and #Harota All of the tweets are for Dakota. First no one knew her name, but a blonde who goes by @StephStyles4eva posted her name. If I'm correct, then this is Stephanie. Some people ship the relationship I wish would happen and others are just like everyone she knows.
@StylesBitches: Hands off my future husband #DieDakota
@onlyonedirection: She's kind of pretty. I wouldn't mind seeing them together. #Harota
Others are just like them. Though Stephanie's is the worst. She posted a really long complaint that no one wants to read.
@StephStyles4eva: u hav no idea. She is just so ugh. She is my maid. She so doesnt deserve Harry. She hardly even knows who 1D is. She just worthless and pathetic. I dont know why we haven't fired her. #DieDakota
Maybe I shouldn't have dropped her off. Stephanie is probably going off on her. Time to put these rumors to rest. Even though I really want them to come true.
@Harry_Styles: Dakota and I aren't dating. We're just friends. Though I dont appreciate people treating her like crap. I actually like her. I want a girlfriend. And I can't date all of you. Let me have someone.
Harota. I actually like that ship name.
Dakota's POV
I watch Harry drive away along with my sanity. Well, it was a fun three hours. I hope Blaine is gone. When I left, he was being called in. Stephanie doesn’t even like it when I’m there so she literally pushed me out the door. Ever since she saw me with Zayn, Louis, and Niall she’s been bitching. It got to the point where I just hid in my room hoping she would leave me alone. Once I heard her laughing, I assumed she was on the phone and left.
Hesitantly, I start walking to the door. I am pretty sure she’ll ignore me, but I can help, but feel like something bad’s going to happen. Nothing ever goes my way. I’m not going to get out of this so easy.
Tentatively, I push open the door and run to my room. Before I get to the door, I hear Stephanie call me. “Dakota!” I stop and sigh. At least she knows my name. “Get your fat *ss over here!” Before entering, I knock. Even though she called me, she won’t let anyone in unless they knock. I once came in to announce dinner’s ready, but she punched me and told to get out. “Come in!”
“You called for me?” I ask quietly. New look. Same me. What? He thought I could be more confident with new clothes? Looks don't define people. Yet almost every human being in the world doesn't believe it.
Stephanie sits in the middle of her bed on her phone. Probably texting or something. I quietly close the door behind me and stand with my hands behind my back. She turns off her phone and looks over at me. Her eyes scan my new look and scoffs. "Wow. You just made me hate clothes." I glance down at my brand new clothes then back at her. I told Harry I looked bad.
She stands up and walks over to me. She continues to look over my new outfit before she stops and looks me straight in the eye. "Look here b*tch. You will never be with Harry. He is mine. You're just an ugly worthless piece of sh*t. You're just a f*cking charity case." She pushes me against the wall just like the girls from earlier. "Give me two reasons why he should even know you."
She pushes me to the ground and kicks me in the ribs. "You haven't devoted your life for them like we have." She kicks my stomach making me grunt. Pain. The feeling devoted for me. "Why are you the one he chooses? Why not me!" She screams and aims for my face. I feel my nose break as the blood flows out. "Why you?!"
You know, I've been asking that for a long time.
"You don't deserve him!" She kicks me again in the ribs. "What the f*ck is wrong with you?"
She fits in another kick before rolling me out of her room. Yep, rolled. I really don't want to get up. But if Blaine sees me like this, he'll take that advantage and do me. He cares less and less about who's and what's around. He might take me even though his daughter is here.
I trudge over to my room and pass out in my bed.
*~*~*~*
Dear Diary,
Why?
Sometimes a question is enough to get you to think. Why is my life so f*cked up? Why can't things ever go my way? Why did my parents have to fight? Why did I have to raise myself? Why did everyone make fun of me? Why did they have to beat me? Why did they take my innocence? Why did I try to end it? Why'd they have to make it worse?
I finally got someone. Someone to be with me. Actually that's a lie. I have five someone's. It's just up to me to accept them.
-Dakota
I drop Dakota off at the house before driving back to mine. The day was going by so well until she comes back bruised. I sigh in the silence. I know Dakota doesn’t talk most of the time, but she makes it feel worth it. Though she doesn’t feel like she is. Why are women so blind? Not trying to be sexist or anything, but women always say the opposite. The smart say they’re stupid. The skinny say they’re fat. And the beautiful say they’re ugly. If I had a dime for everytime a girl tweeted about that... well there wouldn’t be much of a difference for me.
I pull into my driveway and walk inside. Time for Twitter I guess. Got nothing better to do. I plop down on the couch and click on the app. Guess what’s the first thing I saw. A new trending topic related to me. #DieDakota and #Harota All of the tweets are for Dakota. First no one knew her name, but a blonde who goes by @StephStyles4eva posted her name. If I'm correct, then this is Stephanie. Some people ship the relationship I wish would happen and others are just like everyone she knows.
@StylesBitches: Hands off my future husband #DieDakota
@onlyonedirection: She's kind of pretty. I wouldn't mind seeing them together. #Harota
Others are just like them. Though Stephanie's is the worst. She posted a really long complaint that no one wants to read.
@StephStyles4eva: u hav no idea. She is just so ugh. She is my maid. She so doesnt deserve Harry. She hardly even knows who 1D is. She just worthless and pathetic. I dont know why we haven't fired her. #DieDakota
Maybe I shouldn't have dropped her off. Stephanie is probably going off on her. Time to put these rumors to rest. Even though I really want them to come true.
@Harry_Styles: Dakota and I aren't dating. We're just friends. Though I dont appreciate people treating her like crap. I actually like her. I want a girlfriend. And I can't date all of you. Let me have someone.
Harota. I actually like that ship name.
Dakota's POV
I watch Harry drive away along with my sanity. Well, it was a fun three hours. I hope Blaine is gone. When I left, he was being called in. Stephanie doesn’t even like it when I’m there so she literally pushed me out the door. Ever since she saw me with Zayn, Louis, and Niall she’s been bitching. It got to the point where I just hid in my room hoping she would leave me alone. Once I heard her laughing, I assumed she was on the phone and left.
Hesitantly, I start walking to the door. I am pretty sure she’ll ignore me, but I can help, but feel like something bad’s going to happen. Nothing ever goes my way. I’m not going to get out of this so easy.
Tentatively, I push open the door and run to my room. Before I get to the door, I hear Stephanie call me. “Dakota!” I stop and sigh. At least she knows my name. “Get your fat *ss over here!” Before entering, I knock. Even though she called me, she won’t let anyone in unless they knock. I once came in to announce dinner’s ready, but she punched me and told to get out. “Come in!”
“You called for me?” I ask quietly. New look. Same me. What? He thought I could be more confident with new clothes? Looks don't define people. Yet almost every human being in the world doesn't believe it.
Stephanie sits in the middle of her bed on her phone. Probably texting or something. I quietly close the door behind me and stand with my hands behind my back. She turns off her phone and looks over at me. Her eyes scan my new look and scoffs. "Wow. You just made me hate clothes." I glance down at my brand new clothes then back at her. I told Harry I looked bad.
She stands up and walks over to me. She continues to look over my new outfit before she stops and looks me straight in the eye. "Look here b*tch. You will never be with Harry. He is mine. You're just an ugly worthless piece of sh*t. You're just a f*cking charity case." She pushes me against the wall just like the girls from earlier. "Give me two reasons why he should even know you."
She pushes me to the ground and kicks me in the ribs. "You haven't devoted your life for them like we have." She kicks my stomach making me grunt. Pain. The feeling devoted for me. "Why are you the one he chooses? Why not me!" She screams and aims for my face. I feel my nose break as the blood flows out. "Why you?!"
You know, I've been asking that for a long time.
"You don't deserve him!" She kicks me again in the ribs. "What the f*ck is wrong with you?"
She fits in another kick before rolling me out of her room. Yep, rolled. I really don't want to get up. But if Blaine sees me like this, he'll take that advantage and do me. He cares less and less about who's and what's around. He might take me even though his daughter is here.
I trudge over to my room and pass out in my bed.
*~*~*~*
Dear Diary,
Why?
Sometimes a question is enough to get you to think. Why is my life so f*cked up? Why can't things ever go my way? Why did my parents have to fight? Why did I have to raise myself? Why did everyone make fun of me? Why did they have to beat me? Why did they take my innocence? Why did I try to end it? Why'd they have to make it worse?
I finally got someone. Someone to be with me. Actually that's a lie. I have five someone's. It's just up to me to accept them.
-Dakota
Ah the day after my birthday! Yay! And I probably would read 'A Broken Princess' !!!!!
12/31/13