That Girl Is Trouble..xo.1
Danielle Monroe walked the streets of New York, with yet, another broken heart. She sighed. Her heart couldn't bare yet another disappointment. Not another day goes by that she sees his face, over and over again. Beating her with the words that could've killed her if it had the power to. She weeped. Everynight, for the past twelve nights. Why did she move out of her parents home? Why did she decided to leave with her troublesome boyfriend, who everyone warned her about, but didn't listen? She was only fifteen. Why her father agreed to this madness, she will never know. But it was her own fault. She was in love and wreckless. Her bonds with this eightteen year-old was stupid, but she was in love.
"Dani! Seriously, if he keeps doing this, you gotta leave him!" Her friend, Evie, cleaned off the blood from her lips. Yes, it was true. Her boyfriend was abusive and careless. But she loved him, still. Could we say stupid? "I can't leave him, I love him!" "Love my butt! If he loved you, he wouldn't be puttin' his hands on you like this! You need to let this go." Evie threw down the wash cloth on the table, making Danielle wince. The bell to the bakery ranged and in walked a couple with their friend. Danielle slummped her shoulders, avoiding eye contact. But that didn't fathom them. "Hey Evie, who's your friend?" "Oh that's just Dani. Don't pay her no mind, she's not very talkative." Which Danielle was greatful for. Slowly, she rose up from the table, said goodbye to Evie and left.
"Wait! Miss, you forgot your purse!" He grabbed Danielle's forearm gently, but she jerked it away. She turned around, her glasses dropping to the street. He picked them up, and slowly gawked at her facial appearance. She sucked in her breathe, taking her purse and glasses away from him, "Thank you." "What happened?" "Excue me?" Danielle was taken back by the sudden question. "I didn't mean to pry but--." "Then don't! I don't need you feeling sorry for me!" He sighed, handing her a slip of paper. "Please. I just wanna talk...I don't mean any harm..I promise." Then he walked back into the bakery. The peice of paper slided through Danielle's fingers until she decided to open it.
(555)-639-9955
-Nick.
