Lie To Me

Annabelle seems like your average 17-year-old girl, she has a good friend, a great brother who she’s really close with, a mother that just wants everything to be perfect, and a dad who’s a hero. But she has a secret that she can’t bear to tell anyone. No one knows who Annabelle really is, not even her. You see what she wants you to see. That is until she meets Liam, the undeniably hot boy who just so happens to be in the soon-to-be biggest boyband in the world. He breaks down all her walls, and helps her realize it’s okay, and everything will be all right. What you see is her perfect little world, but once you peel all of that away, your left with a girl who’s scared of her own parents, and is scared to let anyone in. What will happen when her secret is exposed and everything she holds dear is gone?

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5. Chapter 4

 

ANNABELLES POV

 

Suddenly I heard someone screaming my name like a banshee. I turned and saw my mom walking towards us. Oh no, I thought. Why now? Why did my mom have to come? Liam was about to kiss me, a perfectly good moment ruined. "Annabelle!" My mom yelled. "I gotta run," I said moving away from Liams embrace. "I'll see you tonight." I said looking back at him. He smiled and waved. "Annabelle!" my mom yelled again, there she was, standing there with her hands on her hips glaring at me. This was not a good sign; it was never a good sign. I braced myself for what was about to happen next. "Sorry mom," I said looking down, "I was playing and I lost track of time." She pulled me off to the side behind the trees, where no one could see us, no one ever saw us.

"Sorry?" She whisper-yelled. “You’re sorry? What did I do to raise such an stupid child?" She screamed in my face. "When I told you to hurry, I meant hurry. You do not need to be running around, looking like a slut.," she grabbed my hair and pulled. "Do you understand me?" She looked at me, with the look that gave me nightmares, whenever I closed my eyes I see it there, it haunts me, taunts me.

"Yeah, I understand." I mumbled. I didn't dare look at her, after all this time you know to never look at her. "What?" she screamed, I tilted my head up slightly to take a little peek, I flinched and a searing pains shoot through me. A burning sensation came from my face, I knew she had hit me, just like she had so may times before this. I looked at her and said, "Yes, I understand."

"Good," she said and walked away. I trailed slowly after her, my hand on my face. I should've known better, I do know better; never look her in the face, never ever. There are only two rules: never look her in the eye and don't cry, whatever you have to do, don't cry. You don't know what she'll do when she's like this; it’s like a bomb waiting to explode. I looked around the trail, beyond the trees I could hear the families by the lake, laughing and having fun. We look like that, on the outside, but then again everyone does, it's not until your inside your safe little house that everything falls apart.
 

"Hey honey," My dad, asked me when i walked into the house. "What happened to your face?" He asked giving me a look of concern.

"Oh, it's nothing, I just got hit when the ball rebounded off the board." I lied. My dad was oblivious; he was away all the time so he had no idea. In his eyes we were as close to perfect as a family could get, but if he only knew.

"Hey," Jake said as I ran past him, on my way to my room. I jumped on to bed and willed myself to cry, but nothing would come out. Clutching a pillow I looked at the clock less than an hour had passed since I went to get Jake. I flashed back to the exact moment that her hand struck my face, what had I done to make her so mad? I never knew, the littlest things seemed so important to me, like being on time, or never defying my parents. I was always so scared of what might happen if I did one little thing wrong. At first I thought it was just a phase, something that was helping my mom deal with my dad being away. But those little moments turned into a constant thing. My mom was the best role model, ironically, because of her I learned to not care what people think because I know when she calls me stupid, or lazy, or useless it's not true. She taught me to always tell the truth because if I lied she would find out, and there would be consequences. I was always on time, which to most adults was a miracle, but to her, it was never good enough. I was told time and time again I would never be good enough, I was told to give up my dreams because what I wanted didn't matter, I never mattered. Jake didn't even know, how she could keep him from seeing is beyond me. I've had so many chances to tell him, but it would kill him. Like my mom, he needed everything to be perfect, and if one thing in his perfect little world wasn't just right, he'd self-destruct.

 

By 8 o’clock I was still huddled up in my room. A knock on my door took me out of my trance. "Hey," Jake said outside my door, "can I come in?" I ran to the mirror to make sure that the redness on my face had faded a little, my eyes were bloodshot, they always were. "Yeah," I said turning to face the door. The click of my door made me flinch as Jake walked in; he stood in the doorway and asked, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I am" I said looking in the mirror again, "Why wouldn't I be?"

"I don't know, because half of your face looks like a tomato?" Jake asked.

"Oh," I said lifting my hand consciously to my face to cover the mark, "I'm fine, the ball rebounded and I got hit."

"Oh, well okay." He said, he tried to put his hands in his pockets but he was holding a shopping bag and couldn't.

"What's that?" I asked, reaching for the bag, before I could, he moved out of my way, smiling as he did.

"Mom, asked me to bring this up for you, she says you have to wear this tonight.

I scrunched up my nose. "Really?" I asked, my mom and I didn't have the same taste in clothes we never agreed on what I should wear, but then again we never agreed on anything. "Yeah, you have to wear it," Jake said handing it over to me, "good luck."

I looked down into the bag and saw the most gorgeous dress I have ever seen. I pulled it out of the bag to take a closer look, it was a simple white halter dress like the one the girl was wearing in Step up 2, I immediately tried it on, and it fit me perfectly. How my mom had known my size was a mystery, but with her nothing surprised me anymore. "Annabelle," Jake called, "We’re leaving in an hour so hurry up."

"Okay!" I called back; I quickly ran into the shower and did my hair. Before leaving my room I took one last look in the mirror making sure I looked just right, there was no way my mom could be mad about what I was wearing.  I ran down the stairs to find my whole family in the kitchen.

"Don’t you look just darling," my dad said, "my little girl is all grown up" he faked-sobbed.

"Well, thanks mom for the dress, it's great." I said smiling at her. She looked back at me, I couldn't tell if she was happy or mad, nothing.

"So," my dad said, "who’s party are you going too?"

"Liams, Annabelle’s new boyfriend!" Jake teased.

"No, he is not." I said giving him a smack, "he's just one of my friends who I met at school, it’s not that big of a deal. Come on Jake we gotta head out."

The 10-minute drive to Liam’s house was the most nerve-racking things of my life. I was so nervous; Jake had to tell me to calm down several times. We got to the front door and I braced myself, it was now or never.

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