Chapter Sixteen: Lacey

Belle's POV

Chapter Sixteen: Lacey

   Belle pulled out her mirror from her compact bag, and applied a fresh coat of Lip Smacker Blackberry Ice Gloss, touched up her mascara and pulled her dark brown hair back in a high ponytail, leaving her bangs out. For a thirteen year old, she looked about fifteen. People told her that on a daily basis. Putting her stuff back in her bag, Belle looked over at Jordan. He looked focused, but sad. She hated to see him like this. Belle was incredibly empathetic, and she could tell what Jordan was feeling.
    "Stop the car." Belle said.
    "No Belle. We need to keep going, we're almost there."
    "STOP THE CAR RIGHT NOW JORDAN STRYKER, OR I SWEAR, THIS CAR WILL FALL OF THAT CLIFF, AND YOU WILL DIE A PAINFUL DEATH AND UNIT RED WON'T BE ABLE TO DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT. NOW PULL OVER!" Belle's voice was really loud. People in New Zealand probably heard it; so rather then get his car pushed of a cliff by a thirteen year old, Jordan pulled over.
    "What Belle!? What, what is so imported that you made me pull over . . ."
    "Jordan Stryker, could you PLEASE SHUT UP FOR ONE MINUTE!" Belle screamed, but as soon as she spoke again her voice had calmed down, "Do you have any idea what it is like to walk into your sisters bedroom and in her bloody corpse in there to read her suicide note, and then never be able to forget it? I can recite that note. Do you have any idea what that it like?"
    "No."
    "I know you weren't expecting this, you all thought I was fine. Well you were wrong. I've been bullied, tormented, beaten and ripped apart. My soul had been blackened and shattered into a million pieces. Tiny fragments that will never be put back together. Those tiny fragments, making holes and slashes in my body. Oozing blood."
    "Belle stop-"
    "Darkness is just a myth. There is no darkness when you're like me, Suicidal. The sun still shines, and the moon still changes. Waxing and waning every month. But your perspective on the world changes.
    "Belle, it's okay-"
    "Everyone hates me, they don't care about me. They don't care whether I live or die. They look at me and laugh. At the pitiful person I am. I wasn't meant to be born, I was a mistake. So you've told me over and over again Daddy. When you beat me when you were drunk and sober. How you threw me against walls. And tried to choke me. Tried to murder me. How Mommy, you pulled him off me. Only to yell at me and say that it was my fault. It was all my fault. You say that I'm a slut. A stupid slut. Yet, I've never had a boyfriend. You hate me. Yet you love my sister. So here's to you.
    "Belle, shut-"
    "Daddy, I hate you. I really do. I cannot say in any way that I love you, not even the slightest. To me, your a waste of space on this planet. You don't deserve to have the wonderful daughter you have, my sister. I hate you.
    "Belle-"
    "Mommy, you gave birth to me. You gave me food, you gave me education. But yet, you hate me. You let Dad bet me senseless. You told me that it was all my fault. That it was all my fault. You don't deserve to have Lacey as a daughter. I hate you."
    "BELLE-"
    "Lacey, you are the most wonderful sister that I could ever have. You would stand by me, no matter what Mom or Dad said. You are the only one that is allowed to cry at my funeral. You will be the only one. So here's to you Mom and Dad. I'm gone, and I hope that your happy. I will drag a razor over my wrist and then let you be happy with out me. You don't deserve Lacey. She is to amazing for you. She will grow up and have an amazing career. Unlike both of you who will rot in hell. All my love to Lacey, Raven. Jordan Stryker, have you ever felt that?"
    "No. Why are you telling me this?"
    "Because, Jordan, your life isn't that bad. We will find Astrid. We will, I swear. Now, start the car and get going."