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Bree �� 1D
An average teen with no dad? She's more than that. Depressed? No, determined. Angry? No, passionate. Underneath her mask, she's in flames. Determined to ruin their lives and passionate about her goal. Brietta Scarlett Noel, the girl on fire.. but is she the only one burning with the flames?


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25. Lost (Part 1)

  I woke up realizing there was no one. "Courtney? Harry?" I yelled. Suddenly the door flung open revealing Courtney! "Hey" I said but she pulled me by my hair. "Shut up you little bitch" she replied. I was pretty surprised. "Cour-" "I said shut up" she snapped. I kept quiet as she pulled me out the apartment and dragged me into the car. "Don't even get started on how I betrayed you. I never even was on your side" she said. "Who's side are you on?" I asked. "His" Courtney said and it all led to silence. I couldn't think clearly because I was lost. Did I just loose a good friend? "Shut your little mouth and don't even try to run" she said as she got out the car. 

  Few minuets later she came back with a navy package. "Hello? Ok, no don't worry. I got her. I will" she said on the phone. I just looked out the window. "What did you do to Harry?" I asked. "I thought you didn't like him" she said. "What did you do to Harry?" I asked again. "What do you think?? Bitch he doesn't need you or want you! Just- stop annoying me!" she yelled, clearly getting annoyed. Raise your words, not voice. It's not the thunderstorm, it's the rain that creates flowers. "I can hear you" I replied. She just gave me a glare. "What the hell did you do to the rest of the boys?" I asked. "Not everyone is stupid like you. They're gone. They don't freaking care about you!" she said. 

  Remember when I said I sacrificed all my feelings for this mission? Well, I lied. I haven't sacrificed all my feelings. I miss my father. I cry every night in his remembrance. I miss his voice, his face, his hair, his smell.. his jokes. There were times when he blamed me for everything just like Courtney is doing now. He used to say no one cared about me, he'd call me a loser and tell me, I could achieve nothing. Hopefully I've changed his mind.

*FLASHBACK*
  "Bree, look what Andrew got!" Mom yelled running towards me, as I closed the door entering the house. "She doesn't care" Dad said coming out. I was in 7th grade. "Princeton" she said giving my dad a disapproving look. "He won the NTC!" Mom said. (National Tennis Championship) "That's great!" I said. "The school called me" father said. "They said your grades are slipping!" he yelled. "Dad, it's just french" I said. "No dammit! I want an A on everything! If your brother could do it, so can you!" he said. "Step-brother dad!" I corrected him. "I don't care! He's more of a son then you!" he yelled. "Dad, I'm your daughter.. daddy's little girl" I said. "Daddy's girl my ass! You can never be perfect Brietta! You even look like a disgrace!" he said going into the kitchen. 

  "Bree-" mom was saying. "No mom. Please stay out of this" I said. I ran up to my room and sat on the bed crying my eyes out. Then Andrew  came in with his trophy. "Can you read this? I can't see" Andrew said, teasing me. "No! Stop okay?" I said. "Why? So now you can't even read?" he yelled. "Shut up!" I said pushing him. He fell from my top bunk to the cold cement floor. "Andrew!" I yelled. Mom and Dad came rushing in. There he was on the floor with blood coming out of his head. 

  He was in the hospital and we were at home. I was in my bed but I couldn't sleep. I heard noises coming from downstairs. "She didn't know!" mother yelled. "What is she 5? She basically killed her brother!" Father yelled. "Princeton! That's enough!" she said. "What's enough? This girl needs to be punished!!" father yelled. In a matter of seconds, he was in my bedroom. He pulled me by my hair and put me in his car. He drove me somewhere. Then when we finally got out I saw we were at a hostel. "Dad-" "Shut up. You're going here no matter what" he said. 

  The next day I woke and found out it wasn't a nightmare.. it was all real. I was at the hostel bed. "Wake up!" someone yelled in my ears. It was a lady with a stick. She hit me hard with the stick on my back, I was sure it left a mark. "Get out of bed! This isn't your home! You're here to learn discipline! Now, move!!" she yelled. Life was miserable. 

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