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I know it's a JB fan fiction but I have ideas


12. Misunderstood

Darcy's POV

I try on another form fitting dress, it just doesn't feel right. I don't feel like I should wear these outfits.

I look at my nice cozy, loose pink night gown I have waiting for me. I throw it on and run downstairs . I cook a small pasta and sit down.

I can't stop thinking about what everyone was saying about my body. I shouldn't feel insecure about this but I do.

I wish the boys were here to keep me feeling good. I look around and notice a picture of my mum holding an infant me.

I knew if she were here she would tell me I'm perfect , but I'm not.

I start to cry. I'm stronger than this. Darcy, you are 16, you are a strong young woman. Get a grip, girl!

The front door open and in walks Justin. He looks at me and grumbles.

"What's your problem Justin?" I ask him rather roughly.

"You." He spats

"What did I do to you?!"

"Ever since Ryan and Chaz saw you they would not stop talking about how hot you are." Justin says and I stiffen.

"How hot I am? I'm not hot at all!"

"That's what I said." Justin says sitting down across from me

I finish my pasta and set it in the sink. Justin keeps watching me but I don't care.

"What are you wearing?" He asks

"A night gown, got a problem?" I ask sweetly

"Um yeah, why would you not want to show off your body?" He answers

Great, a question for a question.

"Because it's just you and me here, why would I. ?"

"I don't know, to be normal." He answers and I start to feel my blood boil.

"Normal! I am normal!" I yell

"Since when were old lady gowns normal?" He yells back at me.

"Since I started wearing them, Justin! You can't come into my house and tell me what's normal! You idiot!" I yelled at him.

He gets up and looks me in the eyes, I glare at him.

"This is my house now, not yours. Now get out of my face you little brat." He whispers meanly .

"Well, your an A**! I yell in his face and he slaps me.

I was surprised by what I said more than the slap. I have never cussed in my life.

I run up to my room and look at the mark, great another bruise on my face.

I wish Harry was here. I wish my boys were here right now .

I start to cry. No one under stands me.

Why am I so misunderstood ?!

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