Different

Chapter 23

Heaven's P.O.V

I had just finished talking to Jahnice on the phone. Well, I called  but I was on speaker, so I was really talking to everybody, and they said they were almost back in Connecticut which was good to hear, so I went downstairs to tell everybody. That's if Taylor and Harry have stopped sucking faces.

"I'll tell Heaven," I heard Cara say, so I walked in where Cara, Karlie, Taylor, and Harry were all standing around the table looking a little frightened.

"Tell Heaven what?" I asked going to stand next to Cara. They all began smirking at Cara and slightly chuckled.

"Uh, I wanted to tell you that, um, Tree called," she said speeding the last part out of her mouth, but I was able to catch it. And from how everyone was reacting, I could tell the news wasn't pleasent. News from Tree was almost never good, and in this case I knew the news would be even worse. My silence encouraged Cara to continued, and she really looked like she didn't want to which scared me even more. "Um, Taylor, you wanna take it from here?" She asked turning all of our attention towards Taylor. She looked completely taken back by Cara's words and was pretty much speechless.

"Uh, um, uh, Harry," she spit out and turned to Harry who had quite a similar reaction Taylor had when Cara said Taylor's name. 

"Ummmmmm, Karlie," he switched. I was easily growing tired of the sick game they were playing. As if the anticipation wasn't enough, their bickering wasn't helping.

"Dammit! Will someone just tell me what the hell is going on?!" I shouted slamming my hand on the table making everyone jump slightly.

Taylor sighed bringing my attention to her. I was honestly already pissed with Taylor, so whatever came out of her mouth, I couldn't let push me over the edge. I would just have to take it. "Tree said that things are bad and that you and Cara shouldn't be seen together for at least six months." And take it I did.

"Okay, but we are gonna spend the day together before you leave tomorrow, right?" I asked Cara. She just nodded looking shocked as well as everyone else. I just gotta keep calm until I get into my room. "Okay, I'll be upstairs," I said putting a fake smile on my face and walking upstairs to my room before slamming my door shut letting all my anger out.

Now down to business. Why the fuck do we have to stay away from each other for six months? What kind of fucking sense does that make? Who gives a rats ass what other people think? I get it! There are risks! People will say things! But we know the truth! Even with that, why the hell six months? Will it really take that long? We know stuff happens in the media everyday! Six months is a bit excessive! No! It's more than excessive....... IT'S INSANE!!! God I swear I could just..... I......UGH!!!!

I ran forward and punched my door using every bit of force I had in my entire being, which unfortunately caused  a big hole through the door, and my knuckles bloody. It hurt like HELL, but it also felt good letting my anger out. There were two ways I did that: writing or fighting. In this case I punched a door.

I did that before when I was living in Connecticut. It was after my family passed and my dad began drinking and smoking again. He had came home drunk and was yelling at me about how it was my fault I didn't save my brother and family. He just kept yelling at me. It wasn't like he hadn't done it before........ But him accusing me of being the reason my family was dead was something completely new. While he was yelling at me I realized I could've saved them. I could've saved somebody, and from there on I began realizing I'm the reason I don't have any of my family. When he left I was so mad at him and myself that I just had to punch something, so I punched the door and left a huge hole in it and I bruised my hand.

Next thing I knew Taylor was yelling my name through halls snapping me out of my thoughts of pain. She called my name once more before appearing at my door looking through the hole that was now there looking like she had never seen something like this in her life. She slowly opened the door and walked over to me while I was sitting on the edge of the bed clutching the sheets so tight my knuckles would appear to be white but you couldn't tell because of the blood that covered my hand.