Hello, Darcy.
Pretty Little Liar.
I groaned at the sound of my loud phone ringing. I picked up my phone from the bedside table, and see Chelsea's name on the screen. Crap I thought to myself, I forgot to call her last night about not making it to her dinner. I was just about to pick up when I thought about last night again, I couldn't just tell her what happened. I needed time to process everything that was going on, then maybe I'd open to everyone. As of right now, I would keep my mouth shut. I guess trying to lie to her will hurt, but it's what I have to do.
I slugglishy walk down to the bathroom and open the drawers, finding the blades as usual. Today was one of those days where I thought and asked myself "When will I ever stop cutting?". But that didn't stop me, this was my only way to stop with the pain inside me. If hurting myself physically helps, then I guess it helps. I turn on the water and a million thoughts hit my mind. The blade at the tip of my skin, ready to mutilate the scarred flesh. First . Second.. Finally the third, my hand was shaking as I tried to press the blade I just couldn't. I felt my emotions pondering over me, I've never been this emotional while cutting. The stinging hot tears were too late to hold back as they strolled down, unstopabably. The third was finally for my Dad, how angry I was for how he left my Mum when I was little, not making any contact throughout the 16 years of my life, and now how he showed up with the snap of a finger literally thinking I'd just run into his arms.
Mum surprisingly isn't here this morning, and I see a bright yellow post-it note on the kitchen table. "Went out to run some errands early, I made you waffes and they're in the fridge, warm them up. xx- Mummy" Great. Bit weird considering she went out for errands a little too early...
On my walk to school, I thought of every lie possible to say to Chels. I mean I can't just straight up tell her "Sorry I couldn't make it last night, my Dad came over." That would just be a shocking revelation to her. She knows that I don't have a Dad, and possibly gets the hints that I don't know my Dad. Lying is hard.
I quickly sprint down the halls, trying hard not to catch Chelsea's attention. I still couldn't think of a lie. DAMN IT. The whole time, I kept thinking about Harry. My Dad. I still couldn't believe last night, I thought I was dreaming. Sadly it was real. I walked into English, with of course objects still flying around. A pencil was thrown at my head, and paper airplanes swishing around the room. I walked to the back where my seat was, sighing in relief that Chels wasn't here yet. Make up something now Darcy- "Darcy!" A familiar high pitched voice said. "Shit." I thought and winced my eyes shut, and slowly looked up to my right to see the perky blonde. "Chelsea." I giggled nervously. I watched her faces emotions, and I was glad she didn't look mad, looking oddly happy. Although who knows, she could possibly be a roaring tiger on the inside right now.She finally settled in her seat as she placed her purse on the table. "So how's your morning?" She asked.
"Great, you?" I asked. I was hoping she wouldn't bring up the subject of her dinner last night.
"Could've been better, wish I've gotten more sleep last night, family dinner wa-"
"Chels, look I'm sorry I didn't get to make it last night, my Mum and I had some bonding time at home." I lied.
"Oh-well, I'm glad you and your Mum had some time together and I'm sorry I forced you into the dinner anyways, I knew that you weren't really interested in that stuff." She says.
"I'm really sorry Chels." I pause. "Listen, I'll make it up to you and promise I'll go to your next family dinner." I smile, trying to catch my breath and feeling nervous for lying.
"Silly, it's fine!" She squeals and hugs me. "Don't have to promise me on that stuff anymore, it's okay Darcy I understand." She smiles. "So how was your night?"
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I sigh in relief not seeing Harry's car parked in the front of our house. Gladly I see Mum's. She's finally home. I couldn't bare see nor was I ready to see Harry again, I just needed time to process this situation.
"Mum, I'm home!" I shouted closing the door and dropping my purse onto the couch. I walk into the kitchen to see Mum at the counter reading some magazine along with a cup of tea in her hand. She quickly crumbles the magazine and throws it into the garbage. I raised my eyebrows, confused at what just happened. "Hey sweetie, how was school?" She asked.
"Could've been better." I said.
"Could tell." She sighed. "Listen, your Dad's going to be here any minute so can you please put yourself together and try to be nice." She begged. I felt my heart drop to my stomach. Harry. I cringed a little at that name. Just when I thought he wasn't going to come back, sadly he's going to be here any second.
"I'll try." I smile fakely. I guess I'll try to be nice even if I have to fake it, just for Mum.
"Thank you, dear." She smiles and walks over to me and hugs me. *DING* *DONG* the bell rings. "Oh, he's here." Mum says and walks over to the door. I roll my eyes and sigh as I plopped onto the couch. "How are you?" I could hear his deep voice echo around and I could just hear Mum mumbling about things, she seemed kind of mad? I looked over at the door hall, and saw two long black oxfords, then looking up I see those familar green eyes and curly mopped hair. "Hello, Darling." He smiles. I smile back awkwardly before looking over at my Mum who seemed to look worried. "Hi." I say.
Again, dinner was awkward. Nothing was said or done, a little bit of mumbles here and there from Mum and Harry. I just looked to my left and right observing their every move. Harry was smiling the whole time, which creeped me out. On the other hand Mum was a bit off, her hands shaking, almost dropping everything. Odd, I'd say.
Dinner was now done, and while Mum was washing dishes. Harry and I sat in the living room, giving eachother quick glances, mines was more of glares I suppose. "I guess I'll go now." He said and walked over to the kitchen. "Liv, I'm going to head home now." I heard him say. "Take care." I heard Mum mumble quite grumpy. I decide to be nice tonight and watch Harry go to his car. "Alright, I'll be heading home now." He smiles. "Good night." I say as I was just about to close the door, his large foot stops me.
"Darcy?" He asks.
"Yes?"
"I was wondering if you'd like to have dinner with me tomorrow night, if you're not busy, you know so we can get to know eachother a little more?" He asks. I couldn't let myself fall into the situation, and I didn't walk to take this too fast.
"Sorry, I have a project to turn in the next day and I have to start on it tomorrow." I lie. I feel bad for lying, but I just couldn't accept his offer. His head plopped down, I could tell he felt disappointed. "It's okay, maybe some other time, here's my number and call anytime if you need anything" He smiled and reached into his pocket, handing me a small piece of paper. "Now you have a goodnight, alright."
"Bye." I said carefully grabbing the paper and closed the door.
"Darcy." I heard before I could turn around.
I slugglishy walk down to the bathroom and open the drawers, finding the blades as usual. Today was one of those days where I thought and asked myself "When will I ever stop cutting?". But that didn't stop me, this was my only way to stop with the pain inside me. If hurting myself physically helps, then I guess it helps. I turn on the water and a million thoughts hit my mind. The blade at the tip of my skin, ready to mutilate the scarred flesh. First . Second.. Finally the third, my hand was shaking as I tried to press the blade I just couldn't. I felt my emotions pondering over me, I've never been this emotional while cutting. The stinging hot tears were too late to hold back as they strolled down, unstopabably. The third was finally for my Dad, how angry I was for how he left my Mum when I was little, not making any contact throughout the 16 years of my life, and now how he showed up with the snap of a finger literally thinking I'd just run into his arms.
Mum surprisingly isn't here this morning, and I see a bright yellow post-it note on the kitchen table. "Went out to run some errands early, I made you waffes and they're in the fridge, warm them up. xx- Mummy" Great. Bit weird considering she went out for errands a little too early...
On my walk to school, I thought of every lie possible to say to Chels. I mean I can't just straight up tell her "Sorry I couldn't make it last night, my Dad came over." That would just be a shocking revelation to her. She knows that I don't have a Dad, and possibly gets the hints that I don't know my Dad. Lying is hard.
I quickly sprint down the halls, trying hard not to catch Chelsea's attention. I still couldn't think of a lie. DAMN IT. The whole time, I kept thinking about Harry. My Dad. I still couldn't believe last night, I thought I was dreaming. Sadly it was real. I walked into English, with of course objects still flying around. A pencil was thrown at my head, and paper airplanes swishing around the room. I walked to the back where my seat was, sighing in relief that Chels wasn't here yet. Make up something now Darcy- "Darcy!" A familiar high pitched voice said. "Shit." I thought and winced my eyes shut, and slowly looked up to my right to see the perky blonde. "Chelsea." I giggled nervously. I watched her faces emotions, and I was glad she didn't look mad, looking oddly happy. Although who knows, she could possibly be a roaring tiger on the inside right now.She finally settled in her seat as she placed her purse on the table. "So how's your morning?" She asked.
"Great, you?" I asked. I was hoping she wouldn't bring up the subject of her dinner last night.
"Could've been better, wish I've gotten more sleep last night, family dinner wa-"
"Chels, look I'm sorry I didn't get to make it last night, my Mum and I had some bonding time at home." I lied.
"Oh-well, I'm glad you and your Mum had some time together and I'm sorry I forced you into the dinner anyways, I knew that you weren't really interested in that stuff." She says.
"I'm really sorry Chels." I pause. "Listen, I'll make it up to you and promise I'll go to your next family dinner." I smile, trying to catch my breath and feeling nervous for lying.
"Silly, it's fine!" She squeals and hugs me. "Don't have to promise me on that stuff anymore, it's okay Darcy I understand." She smiles. "So how was your night?"
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I sigh in relief not seeing Harry's car parked in the front of our house. Gladly I see Mum's. She's finally home. I couldn't bare see nor was I ready to see Harry again, I just needed time to process this situation.
"Mum, I'm home!" I shouted closing the door and dropping my purse onto the couch. I walk into the kitchen to see Mum at the counter reading some magazine along with a cup of tea in her hand. She quickly crumbles the magazine and throws it into the garbage. I raised my eyebrows, confused at what just happened. "Hey sweetie, how was school?" She asked.
"Could've been better." I said.
"Could tell." She sighed. "Listen, your Dad's going to be here any minute so can you please put yourself together and try to be nice." She begged. I felt my heart drop to my stomach. Harry. I cringed a little at that name. Just when I thought he wasn't going to come back, sadly he's going to be here any second.
"I'll try." I smile fakely. I guess I'll try to be nice even if I have to fake it, just for Mum.
"Thank you, dear." She smiles and walks over to me and hugs me. *DING* *DONG* the bell rings. "Oh, he's here." Mum says and walks over to the door. I roll my eyes and sigh as I plopped onto the couch. "How are you?" I could hear his deep voice echo around and I could just hear Mum mumbling about things, she seemed kind of mad? I looked over at the door hall, and saw two long black oxfords, then looking up I see those familar green eyes and curly mopped hair. "Hello, Darling." He smiles. I smile back awkwardly before looking over at my Mum who seemed to look worried. "Hi." I say.
Again, dinner was awkward. Nothing was said or done, a little bit of mumbles here and there from Mum and Harry. I just looked to my left and right observing their every move. Harry was smiling the whole time, which creeped me out. On the other hand Mum was a bit off, her hands shaking, almost dropping everything. Odd, I'd say.
Dinner was now done, and while Mum was washing dishes. Harry and I sat in the living room, giving eachother quick glances, mines was more of glares I suppose. "I guess I'll go now." He said and walked over to the kitchen. "Liv, I'm going to head home now." I heard him say. "Take care." I heard Mum mumble quite grumpy. I decide to be nice tonight and watch Harry go to his car. "Alright, I'll be heading home now." He smiles. "Good night." I say as I was just about to close the door, his large foot stops me.
"Darcy?" He asks.
"Yes?"
"I was wondering if you'd like to have dinner with me tomorrow night, if you're not busy, you know so we can get to know eachother a little more?" He asks. I couldn't let myself fall into the situation, and I didn't walk to take this too fast.
"Sorry, I have a project to turn in the next day and I have to start on it tomorrow." I lie. I feel bad for lying, but I just couldn't accept his offer. His head plopped down, I could tell he felt disappointed. "It's okay, maybe some other time, here's my number and call anytime if you need anything" He smiled and reached into his pocket, handing me a small piece of paper. "Now you have a goodnight, alright."
"Bye." I said carefully grabbing the paper and closed the door.
"Darcy." I heard before I could turn around.
This is SOOOOOOOO good! You are a true diamond in the rough. Can't wait to see what happens next.
7/7/15