Don't Let Me Go

"Maybe it'll be him." I pointed a boy across the street. He looked almost bored, as he aimlessly kicked around a rock.

Diana shook her head, frowning at me. "Trust me, you don't want it to be him."

"Who is he?" I asked, looking the boys direction. Dark curls hung in front of his face as he looked down at the pavement, kicking the rock with his toe. A large purple bruise was prominent on his left cheek, I could see it even from this distance.

She shrugged, giving me a dark look. "Love, I'm going to tell you this right now, you stay away from that boy. All he is, is trouble."

The boy stopped kicking the rock, he slowly lifted his head. Peering out from behind his dark curls, he met my gaze. Air got stuck in my lungs as his electrifying green eyes connected with my hazel ones. He held me in a trance with his stare, and I found myself unable to move from the spot I was standing in. A smirk made its way onto his lips, and he turned away from me.

"I just wanted to know his name," I

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2. Chapter One

"Noelle! Get down here!" My father hollered up the stairs, anger lacing his voice, making me shudder. I stood from my bed, leaving my text book and pencil there. My homework would just have to get done later.

Walking down the steps slowly, I took a deep breath. I knew what was going to come, so I might as well be ready for it. Father was waiting in the kitchen, leaning against counter, belt in hand and anger in his eyes. "Yes Father?" I asked tentatively.

"I got a email from your school today," I gulped, knowing fully what he was referring to. I was really in for it. "Would you mind explaining to me what happened with a boy named Lucas Hanover?"

"Umm, well he..umm," I stumbled over my words, trying to think of the best possible way to word this while trying to ignore the giant pit of nerves in my stomach.

Father's blue eyes narrowed. "Spit it out!" He snapped.

"He started to touch me and I...I didn't like it so I-"

"So you thought it was a good idea to knee him in the balls?" He shouted, and I shrunk back at his voice. "That is not acceptable Noelle! First of all, you should be honored that someone like Lucas Hanover would ever consider dating you!" Yeah well, I don't think 'dating' is what he was after. "His father is a very respectable and successful man! Secondly, how do you think this makes me look? People are going to think I have some uncontrollable daughter! That I've raised a violent idiot! What would you're mother say?"

Normally, I'd keep my mouth shut and wait for the last part to be over, but this line was one that really got to me. "She'd congratulate me for standing up for myself and giving that boy what he was asking for!" I shouted right back at him, red in the face.

Now I've really done. Father needs no words as he states me down, his glare deadly. He takes the belt in his and whips me across the face with it. I gasp as the thick leather made contact with my face. Blood started to trickle down my face as he whipped it again, this time making tears form in my eyes. I tried to hold them back, crying only made it worse. Father abandoned the belt, now hitting me in the stomach, causing me to heel over in pain, gasping for air. Finally, he swiftly brought his foot to the back of my knee, making me loose my balance and fall flat on my bum.

"Go clean yourself up," he sneered, turning on his heel and walking into his office. "You have school tomorrow." I complied, running straight up to the bathroom to clean up this mess.

I had always believed that Father was born in the wrong generation, he should have been born in the Victorian Era. He owns his own company, treating his employees so terribly the only reason they stay is because of the big fat pay check they get every week. Father also firmly believes in the notion that men are far more valuable then women, and that every female should be a stay at home mother who cooks and cleans. He doesn't believe in love, he thinks that one should marry for money. That's why he married my mother. My grandfather was a multi-millionaire, partial owner of a publishing company. Unfortunately my young and in love mother was naïve enough to fall for my father's charm. The outcome being me, a daughter, much to my father's disappointment.

And since I'm a girl, my father thinks the perfect form of discipline is abuse. Why wouldn't he? With his primeval state of mind, that's the ideal way to teach your daughter who cannot fight back. So that's what leaves me here every night, cleaning up the blood and covering the marks with make-up. God forbid anyone ever see Adam Cameron's daughter with a bruise on her face.

And that's all I'll ever be to anyone. Adam Cameron's daughter.

 

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The next morning I waited until my father pulled out of the driveway until I got out of bed. Most days, by doing this, I could avoid contact with my dad until late at night. Unfortunately, by doing this, I only have twenty minutes to get ready every day, and that is not easy.

I pull on my uniform blue and white plaid skirt over my tights. I slip my button up white shirt on, covering it with my blue blazer and putting on my blue and white tie. Looking in the mirror, I see that my dark waves are a mess, so I quickly brush it and throw it into a bun.

"When she was just a girl, she expected the world, but it flew away from her reach, so she ran away in her sleep."

I quickly grabbed my phone of my dresser, seeing that my friend Diana was calling. "Hello?" I answered, starting to cover up the marks my father gave me with foundation.

"Hey, are you almost ready? I'm almost at your house?" She asked from the other line, and I could hear the music from the radio blaring on the background.

"Yeah, I'll be outside in like two minutes, kay?"

"See you then." I pulled the phone away from my ear and finished up my make-up. The marks from the belt lashes were no longer visible, my skin was smooth and even. I shuddered as my ran my fingers over the wounded area. It wasn't even the worst I've gotten, but it still stung like crazy. Before it smudged, I dropped my fingers and looked in the mirror. The number of times I've had to cover the marks, conceal my scars, it made me shudder. Sometimes I wonder what life would be like if people knew the truth about my father. If people knew what he did to me, would be in jail? What would happen to his company? What would happen to me? It scared me to think about that, about what would happen to me if my dad was in jail. On the flip side, however, it scared me to think about what happens while he's here.

A loud honk of a car horn snapped me out if my thoughts. I peered out the window to see Diana's Jeep parked in my driveway, waiting for me. I ran down the stairs and outside, hoping into her car. "Hey, what's up?" I greeted as I climbed into the passenger side.

"Nothing much. I broke up with Ryan last night." I rolled my eyes at Diana's uninterested tone. She was a beauty, with long blonde hair and striking green eyes, she could get any boy that she wanted. So naturally, she does. Diana goes through boys like my dad goes through employees. To say she's a slut or a whore would be unfair, because she doesn't throw herself around. She just has a lot of

boyfriends.

"Why did you end it off?" I asked, a little amused at my friend's antics. I gave her another week before she gets another one.

Diana shrugged, throwing me a smile as we drove down the street. "Well, he was getting too attracted for my liking. You know how I feel about guys like that."

"God forbid a boy try to show affection towards you." I snickered, causing Diana to throw me a look as we started to get out of the uptown area I lived in. Our private Catholic school was located in the middle of London, which was perfect for me. I loved the city.

"Would you shut your mouth for one bloody second?" She teased, taking a left onto a main street. "Anyways, I'm pretty sure he was about to drop the 'L' word. I had to end it there before he said it. I hoped that it would save him some heartbreak."

"You know it's funny, you date so many people without having any real interest in them, but you then try your hardest to spare their feelings. Why?" I asked as we pulled into the parking lot located two blocks away from our school.

Diana shrugged, turning off the car as we hopped out into the parking lot, walking towards school. "I dunno, I guess I'm just hoping that one day I'll date a guy and he'll just completely sweep me off my feet. He'll be the one for me. I know it's not the best method, but it's my method."

"But it's creating an unflattering image for you. People are saying mean things about you. What if that's keeping the one for you away?"

"If the one for me is staying away because of what a bunch of ignorant people are saying about me, then he really isn't the one." I nodded, letting that information sink in. If I knew anything about Diana, it was that she was an expert at dating, especially the break up part, and what she said always made sense to me. To be honest, it sometimes made me a little jealous to think about how experienced she was with romance, while I've never even had my first

boyfriend.

"Hey Diana?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you think I'll ever get a boyfriend? That I'll ever meet the one?" Diana stopped walking and gave me a condescending look. I stopped too, looking down at my feet. "I mean, it's just that sometimes I wonder if there is a guy for me."

Diana tisked at me. "Now you listen to me Noelle, you're strong, you're beautiful, extremely sweet, and intelligent. You are the complete package. Any guy would be lucky to have you, of course there's some one for you." She paused, looking around the streets. "Maybe it'll be him." She smiled, gesturing to a man, maybe in his mid-twenties, looking like an intern rushing to work. "Or him." She pointed to a hipster looking college boy, walking down the streets with Beats around his neck.

"Maybe it'll be him." I pointed a boy across the street. He looked almost bored, as he aimlessly kicked around a rock.

Diana shook her head, frowning at me. "Trust me, you don't want it to be him."

"Who is he?" I asked, looking the boys direction. Dark curls hung in front of his face as he looked down at the pavement, kicking the rock with his toe. A large purple bruise was prominent on his left cheek, I could see it even from this distance.

She shrugged, giving me a dark look. "Love, I'm going to tell you this right now, you stay away from that boy. All he is, is trouble."

The boy stopped kicking the rock, he slowly lifted his head. Peering out from behind his dark curls, he met my gaze. Air got stuck in my lungs as his electrifying green eyes connected with my hazel ones. He held me in a trance with his stare, and I found myself unable to move from the spot I was standing in. A smirk made its way onto his lips, and he turned away from me.

"I just wanted to know his name," I whispered, a smile gracing my own face as we walked away from the boy with the curls.

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