Another new school, on a different continent. I'm just glad I'm able to hide the scars on my face for once, I just want to be treated normally at this school. Hopefully I'll be able to stay for the rest of the year. But what happens if someone finds out my past and everything starts coming to hunt me?


25. I Care

Chapter 24

I care

 Ashton dragged me into a part where nobody could see us. Looking around to make sure I ask "Who were those people?"

 "Those paparazzi people. We're not aloud to be getting into the press so they have been having a hay day with us since we've gotten here," He answered.

 "So you thought a park would be a great place?" I asked.

 "Oh well, nobody is here right now. Now you have to answer something. What was that notebook even about?" He asked.

 "What do you think it is?" I asked.

 "About a little girl that looks a lot like you and a little boy that looks a lot like Niall. But why did that little boy look dead?" He asked. 

 I looked away from him and around at all the trees around us."Do you really want to know?" I asked sitting down. He sat down behind me and pulled me into his lap. "Where do you want me to start?" I asked.

 "Start at the begging," he said.

~Marcel's POV~

 I got out of bed and went downstairs to find all the boys looking at the tv in shock. I walked over to see what they were over reacting about this time. But there wasn't a picture of any of them, it was Daisy. With Ashton holding his face close to hers. I could see it in his eyes what he was feeling something. Then Daisy's were looking puffy, as if she had just been cry.

 "What did he do to her?" I asked the boys.

 "What are you talking about?" They all asked.

 "Her eyes are puffy, she was crying," I said.

 "That's because of you mate," Niall said.

 "What do you mean? I didn't do anything," I said.

 "So kissing Jessica is nothing?" Zayn asked.

 "I didn't kiss Jessica," I said. "At least I don't think I did. Everything is just a black blur." I really don't remember much after coming home from the gym.

 "Well you did and she was also in your bed cuddling when Daisy came by earlier," Harry said. "We thought she had left but then Daisy came down crying once again."

 "What even happened? I don't remember anything besides coming home from the gym," I said.

 Well good luck," Louis said patting my back as the house soddenly shook. We all looked outside and it was pouring rain outside. "Looks like it's gonna be a big one," Louis said walking into the kitchen.

~Daisy's POV~

 "What do you mean he killed Sam?" Ashton had yelled over the rain that was pounding on our skin.

 "Dave killed Sam, ok. I don't know why and nobody ever will because there is not enough proof to charge him for that," I yelled.

 "But you still didn't tell anyone?" He asked.

 "No, nobody listened and nobody cared. I turned into a kid that had to into the foster system again. I also really didn't know what was going on either," I said. Everything on me was soaking wet and stuck onto my skin. "We need to get home," I yell over thunder.

 "Ok, but you have to tell your mom and dad," he said taking my hand and we ran home.

 We walked through the front door still holding each others hand. My dad walked into the hallway and looked at Ashton. "What did we tell you boys?" He asked.

 He let go of my hand and rubbed the back of his neck. "No getting noticed in anyway," he answered.

 "And want to know what is all over the news and the internet?" My dad asked. Ashton looked down at the ground as if it was his dad telling him he was trouble. 

 "I'll be upstairs," I said almost running up the stairs and into my room. I leaned on the back of my door for a few seconds before I knew that I needed to change. I strip off all of my wet clothes and grab a bra and underwear pulling them on. Then an over sized t-shirt that was too many sizes to big and crawled into my bed. Hoping that tomorrow I would be able to avoid Marcel and maybe Harry, Niall, Zayn, and most of all Edward.

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