𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐌𝐞

02 - Pineapple -

BELLES POV :

I roll over on my couch with a groan smacking my ringing phone.

Who calls this early? It's 7 in the morning!!

I grab the phone slamming it into my ear. "What?!" I yell into the phone sitting up.

"Bells?" My brothers voice said. I sigh. "Yes?" I said getting up and staring at the stain in my couch from my eyeliner.

I actually hate my life.

"Father wishes to see us all today.." He mumbled, I groan loudly. "Whyy?" I whine walking towards my bathroom.

I press the speaker button, laying it by my sink. "He wants to talk to us about something." He said.

I dry off my soaked face from washing it, I grab a q tip and get the leftover mascara. "What for?" I asked.

"He won't say.". I sighed resting my hands leaning over the counter staring at my red puffy face.

"Okay.. I'll be there in a couple hours." I mumbled. "Okay, Don't be too late!" He said sternly through the phone, A chuckle leaves my mouth. "Can't promise you anything."

I hear him laugh through the phone making a smile appear on my face. I love my brother and always will.

I also love his girlfriend- I want to steal her. Psychotic giggle Kidding

I start my shower, Tying my hair up into a bun.

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I added some mascara, light liner, blush and concealer, with some chapstick.

I wore a graphic tee with a red jacket and some baggy jeans, Paired with converse.

I had my hair in two little braids. I have to watch what I wear infront if my dad, Pricks a judgmental one.

(Her outfit)

He wasn't always a prick, Just since my mother died giving birth to my little sister, he's never been the same man. He's irritable now, especially towards my little sister.

I couldn't take it anymore so I left, Thankfully my Brother still lives with him, otherwise I wouldn't have left.

I know he'll protect her.
He tried his best to protect me..

I grab my keys to my car and head out the door.

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I had two trips to go to before I head towards my "home".

I stopped at a flower shop, then my mothers grave.

I walked in the creepy dull graveyard, the wild flowers looked pretty though.

I walked through the knee high grass toward her grave, the cold fall breeze blowing my hair back sending me chills, as I smelled the scent of pinewood.

I carefully placed the bouquet of flowers next to the ones my father probably put on her grave today, I sat down crisscross.