So this is her?

Paris’s POV It’s been such a hectic week and right now I don’t know what is going on with my feelings. I feel some type of weird feeling and it doesn’t feel good at all. I hope this feeling slips away. Since yesterday I have not seen anyone and Jack has been texting and calling me non stop. I don’t know why, but I just don’t like this feeling.  “Hurry up and open the door!” I hear Danny screaming  Crap I forgot what day it is today. The football game and the party.  “I’ve been calling your name for the last 10 minutes! Why didn’t you open the door?” Danny yells back again at me  “I have no idea why I didn’t hear you.” I say back to him.  I was just daydreaming about the events in my life.  “Why so quiet? What happened?” he asks So of course I told him about the other night and what happened after and blah blah blah.  “So you mean you have two hot guys fighting over you? “ he asks “Not necessarily fighting over me just stating their points and being boys!” I say back to him.  “Well then tonight is the perfect night for the show!” he says back to me “What show?” I ask “Remember you told me I can dress you so I came prepared.” he says while taking a suitcase away from the side of his back to show me.  Ugh he would!  **** Readers this is an intense scene coming up so please prepare yourself. Warning there will be mentions of abuse and suicide “So let's see, try on these few dresses and then if those don’t work we can try something else.” Danny says to me  There are a few that I like and the one’s I like Danny doesn’t like on me.  “Try this!” he says, giving me a mini skirt with a white sleeveless shirt.   I put on the outfit and show Danny and he gasps. Crap! I forgot to hide my ..  “What are those Paris!” Danny screams at me crying and running towards me  Man I was trying to hide my past, but this is something I need to talk to someone about anyways.  “A long time ago you know my parents didn’t like me right? Well you also know that no one in my family likes me as well besides my uncle. Remember the times when I would not come  to school or when I would not go to a birthday party or when I missed your concerts sometimes in school?” I say to Danny as he nods “During those times, those were times when my uncle used to go on business trips. For some reason my aunt would always be mad at him, but never said anything to him ever. There were times when uncle would come later back home then usual. It wasn’t bad but then it started getting worse and worse every trip.” I say to him, taking a big breath.  “That’s when things started to get a bit crazy. Aunty started blaming things on me saying that uncle left because he didn’t want to take care of me anymore. So she started with simple slaps and kicks, but the longer uncle stayed away the more it got worse for me. Aunty started doing more stuff. And that is why you see these.” I show Danny my marks  “These are whip marks reminding me how grateful I should be to be in a house then in an orphanage. To remember that I get to eat food and that I don’t need to share a bed with another kid. To remember that I am blessed that my own family didn’t give me up and gave up on all the kids in the orphanage.” I say back to Danny who is crying a river next to me  “Don’t be sad Danny. I have lived through it. It was a hard time. Things got worse every year and she told me to never tell my uncle. If I did she would put me in an orphanage far away so I can rot by myself and die lonely. Of course I was gullible as a child, but I was just scared all the time and I didn’t want to be lonely.” I say to Danny with my head down.  He comes to me and holds me as we both cry for about 20 minutes. It feels good to get some of this off my chest. I have never told anyone about my darkest scars in my life, not even Jack.  “Tell me more?” he asks as he starts doing my hair  “There were times when they would forget about me when uncle went on trips. Sometimes it was even days. I would wait and look outside my window for my uncle to come back and when he did I would run out to him like he was an angel coming down from heaven. One day he came back and he smelled weird. Like flowers. Aunty gave uncle weird looks and from then on the beatings got worse.” I say closing my eyes.   “Sometimes I would sit there and just let her push me and throw me down the stairs. I would see Bethany hiding while she watched me get beat. Aunty would drag me to the basement and beat me till I couldn’t walk anymore.  I bled so bad I thought I would die. Uncle started coming later and later and it became weeks sometimes. Aunty would always blame me and one time she kept me down there for a whole week.” I say to Danny  “And that is why you always miss things or are sick all the time?” Danny asks  “Yes pretty much.” I say back to him  “And your wrists?” he asks  No point in covering them now!  “Sometimes when I would lie on the ground in the basement and look through the window I would stare at the moon and just ask why me? Why out of everyone in the world did my family hate me and no one wanted me. Why was I abandoned? Why was there no one to comfort me when I was being abused for those years? Why didn’t my uncle save me? So I gave up.” I said to him “ I would have never let them do that to you Paris!”  “And I would never let you know Danny! It is not your issue, it is mine and I don’t want to talk about this anymore. “ I say back to Danny.  “Fine! We will talk more about this later and I promise you will get through this. I am sorry I was not there for you when you needed me but I will never leave your side now.” he says to me  “ I love you Danny. I would never ask a child to do anything for me like that. We were young. And now I am grown up and things have changed. These cuts on my wrists will always remind me that I made it. Regardless if Bethany was the one to find me and save me, I still will tolerate this family.” I say back to him.  “Okay then Paris. Can you do me a favor?” he asks  “What?” I ask back “Turn around?” he asks I turned around and saw how he dressed and fixed me up and gasped. “So this is her?” Danny asks