Forgotten
Chapter 11
"Please..." Louis begged, his voice a broken plea.
"I'm sorry but I don't accept jerks into my life."
"You don't know how sorry he is. He felt so guilty after what happened not to mention everyone turned on him right after."
Just then I heard an overly high voice say, "I don't even get why you let that slut in here. She's obviously not good enough for you." I let that sink in for a minute before I angrily followed where the voice was coming from. I walked into the room for that Cara bitch to grab my wrist.
"See she's not even pretty, I would go as far as calling her ugly." She then yanked my hair back and pulled me to face her, "Stay away from him slut."
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me stay away from him slut," I didn't waste any time reaching out and slapping her across the face, hard.
"Get out of my house."
"I don't understand how you manage to afford a billion dollar house," she said.
"And I don't understand how you were ever able to become a model." It was about then that I remembered about my butler, he would be able to get rid of this girl in a second, "Do me a favor Harry hold that button on the wall and say, "Can you please come to room 4, Birchrim." Harry quickly followed my instructions and seconds later Birchrim was in the room.
"How may I help you Miss?" he politely asks.
"May you please take this lady," I said pointing at Cara, "Out of my house." Birchrim quickly went and swept Cara off her feet carrying her outside.
"I'm really sorry about what happened, I heard you yelling that I was a bastard so I figured your memory came back but I know saying sorry doesn't really change anything so if you want to kick me out, go ahead." The apology seemed genuine and I really couldn’t make up my mind about this kid.
“You can stay,” I said firmly walking out of the room and into mine.
I honestly looked by room it had a huge balcony and it was perfect. When I was younger I was your average girl who was obsessed with pink but my mom was like nooooooo when you’re older you’ll hate your room and man did I love that choice now. I walked onto the balcony and just sat and looked at the sunset. It had been a long day and I was positive tomorrow wouldn’t be much better and to top off my day I couldn’t get Harry out of my head.
"I'm sorry but I don't accept jerks into my life."
"You don't know how sorry he is. He felt so guilty after what happened not to mention everyone turned on him right after."
Just then I heard an overly high voice say, "I don't even get why you let that slut in here. She's obviously not good enough for you." I let that sink in for a minute before I angrily followed where the voice was coming from. I walked into the room for that Cara bitch to grab my wrist.
"See she's not even pretty, I would go as far as calling her ugly." She then yanked my hair back and pulled me to face her, "Stay away from him slut."
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me stay away from him slut," I didn't waste any time reaching out and slapping her across the face, hard.
"Get out of my house."
"I don't understand how you manage to afford a billion dollar house," she said.
"And I don't understand how you were ever able to become a model." It was about then that I remembered about my butler, he would be able to get rid of this girl in a second, "Do me a favor Harry hold that button on the wall and say, "Can you please come to room 4, Birchrim." Harry quickly followed my instructions and seconds later Birchrim was in the room.
"How may I help you Miss?" he politely asks.
"May you please take this lady," I said pointing at Cara, "Out of my house." Birchrim quickly went and swept Cara off her feet carrying her outside.
"I'm really sorry about what happened, I heard you yelling that I was a bastard so I figured your memory came back but I know saying sorry doesn't really change anything so if you want to kick me out, go ahead." The apology seemed genuine and I really couldn’t make up my mind about this kid.
“You can stay,” I said firmly walking out of the room and into mine.
I honestly looked by room it had a huge balcony and it was perfect. When I was younger I was your average girl who was obsessed with pink but my mom was like nooooooo when you’re older you’ll hate your room and man did I love that choice now. I walked onto the balcony and just sat and looked at the sunset. It had been a long day and I was positive tomorrow wouldn’t be much better and to top off my day I couldn’t get Harry out of my head.
Updated :P
4/27/13