Dear Hanna
The Feelings Come Rushing Through My Veins
Chapter 13
HANNA'S POV
What was Niall thinking? I thought he was smarter than that. He was in love with his daughter even before she was born. Thoughts rambled through my mind as I finished washing dishes. "Can we go to NANDO'S?" Asked Ireland. I nodded. I was tired and not willing to cook dinner.
I grabbed my jacket and my wedge sandals. Ireland sat on the couch and watched outside. "Ready sweetheart?" I asked. She kept silent and gave me a nod.
I locked the door as Ireland sped down the stairs. She then waited patiently for me to come. She climbed in the back seat as she held a journal.
"What is that honey?" I questioned.
"I write down my thoughts." She said.
"What are your thoughts?" I asked.
"That love is evil." She said, "a weapon."
I sucked in fresh air as I tried to ignore the comment. I felt stiff in the car seat. "Honey you may believe that but love never fails, it states it in the bible." She gave me a dirty look. I pulled up to the always busy restraunt. I took her little hand in mine.
IRELAND'S POV
We walked in. The place was crowded. My body was pressed hard and tight against my mum's. She was headed towards a guy. Please don't tell me...
"This is Jay." She said.
Yep I was right. He kneeled down to my view. "Hey pretty girl." He said poking at my cheek. I wanted to punch him so bad but I gave him a smile and a laugh. Then he of course gave my mom a kiss. Gross. I wanted to puke. He seemed creepy and odd. Nasty.
He took her hand. It was over. She had moved on and dad was a idiot. My life was backwards. Not a fairytale. More like a nightmare.
HANNA'S POV
What was Niall thinking? I thought he was smarter than that. He was in love with his daughter even before she was born. Thoughts rambled through my mind as I finished washing dishes. "Can we go to NANDO'S?" Asked Ireland. I nodded. I was tired and not willing to cook dinner.
I grabbed my jacket and my wedge sandals. Ireland sat on the couch and watched outside. "Ready sweetheart?" I asked. She kept silent and gave me a nod.
I locked the door as Ireland sped down the stairs. She then waited patiently for me to come. She climbed in the back seat as she held a journal.
"What is that honey?" I questioned.
"I write down my thoughts." She said.
"What are your thoughts?" I asked.
"That love is evil." She said, "a weapon."
I sucked in fresh air as I tried to ignore the comment. I felt stiff in the car seat. "Honey you may believe that but love never fails, it states it in the bible." She gave me a dirty look. I pulled up to the always busy restraunt. I took her little hand in mine.
IRELAND'S POV
We walked in. The place was crowded. My body was pressed hard and tight against my mum's. She was headed towards a guy. Please don't tell me...
"This is Jay." She said.
Yep I was right. He kneeled down to my view. "Hey pretty girl." He said poking at my cheek. I wanted to punch him so bad but I gave him a smile and a laugh. Then he of course gave my mom a kiss. Gross. I wanted to puke. He seemed creepy and odd. Nasty.
He took her hand. It was over. She had moved on and dad was a idiot. My life was backwards. Not a fairytale. More like a nightmare.
FLIPPING UPDATE!
8/20/14