Brielle’s P.O.V.

I ran around a corner, barely missing colliding with someone. I sidestepped, and hid my face. I kept running and whirled around another corner and sank against the alley wall, head in my hands. I started sobbing, my shoulders shaking as I cried.

I can’t believe he said that to me. He knew; he knew that I was innocent without a doubt. Still, he called me a murderer. He might as well as have punched me in the face. It’s what it felt like. It felt like he had slapped me right across the face. I would have preferred that.

At least that mark would have faded.

I buried my face in my hands, hiding the fact that I’m crying. I haven’t cried like this in a long time, a long, hard cry that comes from your belly. I mean, when I found out that Niall was cheating on me, I cried, but all I really did was let tears fall from my eyes.

People who walked by didn’t even stop. Some of them glanced at me but kept walking. Others kept walking, ignoring a girl crying. Some people these days don’t even care about other people besides themselves. They’re more concerned with themselves and if they’re doing fine that they don’t even care about other people, people who are hurting.

I hate them for it.

I hate that they can have such a nice life while I’m suffering. I hate that they have enough money to pay their own bills; that they can afford their own flats while I have to bunk with my best friend. I hate that they’ll always have enough food to eat while I worry if I can even buy groceries. I hate that they have someone who loves them, and I don’t. I hate that their boyfriend didn’t cheat on them, and mine did. I hate that they got their happily ever after and I got the broken heart.

Honestly, I want my diary. I want to write my little heart out and cry and moan into my diary, where no one judges me. But the judge has it now. I hate my situation. I get up and wipe my eyes. No one every accomplished anything by sitting in the dirt crying. They had to get up and face their life.

I walked towards Addie’s flat, my face expressionless. I’m not going to let Niall get the best of me. I’m better off without him, clearly. I don’t need him to be happy. I can be happy on my own. I have my guitar. I have my music. I have the memory of my brother. I don’t need anyone but myself. 

I unlocked the door and walked in. Addie was at work so I had the place to myself. I ruffled through a couple drawers until I found what I was looking for-a piece of notebook paper. I ripped out a sheet and sat down with a pencil. I thought for a second before writing.

The best revenge is to show them that your life is much better after they’re gone.

Hi diary. I know this is just a sheet of paper, but I’m going to pretend it’s you. So a lot has happened since I last wrote in you. I got arrested. It was the second-scariest thing that’s ever happened to me. The most terrifying was coming home and seeing James dead. But yeah…. When I got back from jail, I found Niall on the couch with another girl. He was cheating on me, and I was only gone for a day. I broke up with him on the spot. He tried to explain, but I wouldn’t let him. Really, what can you explain?

Then, I moved in with Addie and got called to trial. It was terrifying. The judge was staring me down and I couldn’t sit still. Then, they called Niall. He had to come and give a testimony. He told everyone that he couldn’t prove that I didn’t kill my brother, but he said that I might. As much as that hurt, it got worse.

Afterwards, when I chased him down and yelled at him for basically screwing me over, he called me a clingy, slutty, bitchy murderer. I wanted to slap him, but all I did was cry. You see, it hurts like hell to hear him call me that. Because we both know that I didn’t do anything to my brother. He believed me before. I guess when our love died so did his belief. Oh, sorry, I’m bitter. No, not really actually. I’m more pissed off.

If he doesn’t care about me, then I don’t care about him. I’m not going to respond to him, I’m not even going to try and contact him and I am most certainly not going to give him the pleasure of seeing me. Let’s see how he likes being hurt.

Yes, diary, if that wasn’t clear enough for you, I want revenge. I want to hurt him as much as he hurt me. He certainly deserves it. He was, well, actually, he wasn’t the first, but I did love him. More than any other boy I’ve ever dated. And it hurt like hell when he decided to call me those things.

His words felt like knives.

So I’m going to stab him in the back for once. He deserves it. He cheated on me, and he called me a murderer when he clearly knows that I’m not. Let’s see how he sees like being at the other end of the knife for once.

Love…

The revenge-seeker

I just finished scribbling my sign-off when Addie walked in the door.

“How was your trial?” she asked.

I shook my head. I didn’t feel like talking about that right now.

“Bad?” Addie asked sympathetically.

“Yeah,” I answered. “Niall was a dick again.”

“What did he do?” Addie asked immediately.

“He called me a clingy, slutty, bitchy murderer,” I sighed.

Addie gasped. “But he knew!”

“I know,” I said.

“When I find him, I’m going to kill him,” Addie said, shaking her head. “With my bare hands.”

“No,” I said. “That’s my job.”

Addie smiled. “That’s good. I’ll enjoy his death.”

We both laughed, imagining Niall dying.

“I know what will cheer you up!” Addie said suddenly.

“What?” I asked.

“Ice cream!” Addie cheered.

“No,” I groaned. “Addie, we can’t afford it.”

“My treat,” Addie said stubbornly, dragging me to my feet and pulling me out the door.

When Addie set her mind to something, there was no changing her mind. I laughed and followed her willingly now, ready for a frozen treat. In no time, we’d found an ice cream parlor and ordered. We sat in a booth and licked at our cones, mine chocolate and hers vanilla. We laughed about nothing, just enjoying our ice cream. Suddenly, people glanced at me and walked away, avoiding me.

The smile slid off my face once I noticed that they were scared of me. They actually thought that I’d killed James.

Addie noticed too. “Just ignore them,” she said.

Easier said than done. I tried to focus on my ice cream cone, but it was like ignoring a mosquito on a hot summer day. Addie tried distracting me, but all I could focus on was the people looking at me with fear, some with sympathy. I felt my face grow hot and I looked down at the table.

One person approached me though. He was tall, about middle aged, with blonde hair like mine, meaning it was basically white. He had muscular shoulders and he looked strong. I looked up at him.

“Brielle Williams?” he asked.

I nodded warily.

He took a deep breath. “You have no reason to believe me, but I’m your father.”

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haha cliffhanger! Mua ha ha I know you all hate me, but here ya go. Ummm yeah I'm going to the Kalahari tomorrow, that's in the Wisconsin Dells. I'm soooo excited it's gonna be awesome! Ummm yeah that's cool. I feel like I shouldn't have authors notes because they take away from the story, but whatever. I like letting you guys know what's going on.

Dedication goes to @Tandem because she was my 50th follower, yay! Thanks so much! I reached a milestone in what I wanted to achieve on Wattpad, all thanks to you, Tandem and all of my other 50 followers. I owe you one.

So yeah..... this is the only story I'm going to update now because I"m at a rough point with my other ones and I really want to finish this one, it's gonna get exciting soon! Yay! And next chappy is in Niall's P.O.V. sorry about it. But I need to prove a point here, and only Niall's P.O.V. can do that. 'Kay? Okay see ya later, talk to ya on my way to the Kalahari!

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