Torn

JESS'S POV

I'm not really the type of girl to hold back. No, I'm not the type of PERSON to hold back. I'm sure if I was a boy I'd be the exact same. Anyway, I like knowledge, because in my book knowledge is power. I really, really like power. I'm not a super crazy super villain or anything, I just enjoy knowing things, and I hate being uninformed.

Now Ashton is being all weird and PMS-y with me, all just because I didn't invite him to my parents wedding. yeah okay, it was probably a move bitchy move to not invite my best friend, but we're already so awkward now. I like him, I like him A LOT, how am I supposed to hide that so easily and just be friends with him again? I'm a little jealous Callie did it so flawlessly with Calum. i mean yeah, it ended badly, but she managed to act like absolutely nothing was wrong, and be friends with her ex for a YEAR AND A HALF. Or was it longer? I don't remember. My point is, I'd do anything for her ability to perfectly lie so much everyone is fooled.

CALLIE'S POV

It has been three days since I decided to not take anymore shit from Jonathan. Okay, yes, that's something the normal Callie would do, because as Morgan's motto is- A lady don't take no shit. But in this specific situation, I don't think it was the best option. See, usually if i leave, he'll leave for a little while too, and then come back all pissed of about me being late, but he hasn't gone anywhere in the last few days. He's ALWAYS around, which makes spending the night at Calum's instead of my dreadful nightmare of a house, basically impossible.

He's been hitting me more too. It's so random now, I could be normally sitting in a room, and he'll walk in and kick me in the knee or some shit. I can't help but wonder if it's actually ME he's mad at, or something (or someone) else. He's installed a new "curfew" or whatever the hell that is. I guess I need to be home by seven pm now? I've never had something like this, as you can probably tell.

I keep telling everyone everything is getting better and I'm okay. Look, you can't blame me for lying, it's not very easy for me to tell the truth. I mean when I was a kid, I was taught to keep my mouth shut about Jonathan. But to be honest I've just never been very good at being truthful. I wear big hoodies more often, to hide all the added bruises and scratches on my arms, neck and chest. Somehow even Calum believes me when I say I'm getting better. Hmph. Its cute how people only listen to words, and never to the obvious fucking signs I'm not okay. I don't even know HOW, but I've been losing a lot of weight? Somehow? So now i find myself constantly eating to make myself look more natural. Is this even considered living anymore?

Calum and I decided not to tell anyone about whatever we are, because Luke and Sara will have breakdowns, and Jess will stalk us and whisper about how she "knew it" or whatever. So we're just saving ourselves from unnecessary drama and teasing.

CALUM'S POV

Sara: lmao, but that's so relatable cx
Me: ikr

What? So I'm talking to Sara again, it's no big deal. No, I'm not cheating or whatever on Callie, I'm just being polite. I haven't been this happy with my relationships in two years, I wouldn't do something to fuck it up.

SARA'S POV

He so wants me back. It's so freaking obvious, plus he and Callie never got together after we broke up, so he obviously still has feelings for me, right?

MORGAN'S POV

"What do you have to say for yourself?" My mother asks, crossing her arms sternly. Same old mom, with her red thin lipstick, pearl jewelry, white high heels and cream coloured blazer and skirt, with her dyed, fake Arizonian blonde hair up in a tight bun. Ugh. THIS is why I hate my parents. i used to be really, REALLY smart. I was a full on good girl. Although, that was in elementary school, before I met my friends. Back when my hair was still it's wavy, strawberry blonde self. So now my parents have this idea I'm supposed to always be that girl. The thing is, I'm no longer the girl with the perfect GPA, or who always wins spelling bees. it isn't my thing anymore. However, this has them thinking all my friends are bad influences. Especially Michael. Heh, luckily they don't know I'm not a virgin anymore, or I'd be dead.

"Mum, I'm literally just late getting home?" I point out, and hang my leather jacket on the coat hanger filled with clean, professional blazers.

"Yes, Morgan, five hours late. Where were you?" My dad butts in, crossing a leg over another over on the clean white couch.

"i was-" In a normal life, i could easily say I was with Michael and Jess, in this life, i cannot. "out."

"Out?" My mom questions. "Just out? Were you with your friends, then?"

I mentally shriek. "Yes, mother."

"They're bad influences on you, I don't understand why-"

"They are not bad influences on me." I say flatly.

"Honey, you dyed your HAIR. Your grades dropped, you have developed this disgusting attitude, you don't like spending time with us anymore." She explains. Ugh.

"I dyed my hair because I never liked that weird color I had, I dont spend time with you because I'm a teenager who you treat like a six year old, and this attitude is the only fucking way I can be something besides your puppet!" I yell, and stomp up the stairs. I grumble a few cuss words as I grab a backpack and stuff a few things in it. I hop back downstairs, putting my hair in a ponytail as I head for the door.

"And where are you going?" Dad asks.

"Out." I say simply. My mother then goes into this long, boring ass speech about how this isn't a hotel and I can't be so disrespectful and always walk in and out all the time. "Mum why even bother," I laugh, "we all know the only part of me you can stand is the school part, and she's gone." I reach for the handle-

"Morgan Bailey Hail, if you walk out that door you cannot walk back in." Mom says seriously. My eyes widen. Even dad looks thrown off. This little agruments we have are quite normal, and they always end with me leaving for the night, she's never taken it this far.

"A-Are you kidding me? Mum, I'm your DAUGHTER."

"i honestly don't know who you are lately." She replies, her lips pursed like she's filing a fucking restraining order. I let out a small,shocked laugh. Seriously? I look from my mum to my dad. R-Really? I face the door, my eyes wide, and not sure what I'm doing, I leave.

Notes

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