Who Knew? // 5SOS [ #Wattys 2015 ]

Chapter 33

The craziest idea popped in my head but it just might work. I started searching around the house for my phone. Hopefully she hasn't given away the number yet.

I started in the most obvious places first, like her room. I tore up her dressers and closet but neatly put them back so I wasn't caught. I moved on to the guest bedroom and soon the bathrooms. I ran through the whole first floor and by the time I was finished it was nine. My aunt still wasn't home so I decided to go trash the basement looking for it.

. . .

After I searched the basement it was eleven. I was so tired and I could barely move. I just wanted to cry in a corner. I sulked back up to my room and grabbed Cuddles and went into my bathroom, grabbing the deadly weapon from under the sink. I sunk down to the ground and started crying. I was so mentally and physically exhausted I just wanted to be done with life. I place the blade up against my skin and press down, piercing my already wounded wrists. The warm blood trickled down my arm, very close to Cuddles. I decided to throw him to the side so he wasn't stained even more.

Like I said, I like to keep it even so one cut on one wrist meant a cut on the other. I repeated my deadly actions on my other wrist, squeezing my eyes shut and throwing my head back. This one was a little too deep.

I brought the blade up off my skin and threw it to the ground. I let the blood slide down my arms for a while until I finally got up and cleaned them, placing a bandaid on the deep one, then replacing the bands on my wrist. I grabbed Cuddles off the now blood free floor and shuffled into bed, holding him close.

It was hard to fall asleep in the barren house with the echo of my sobs but somehow I managed.

. . .

When I woke up I thanked god I didn't have a nightmare, I couldn't have handled it if I did. I got up and ignored the stinging on my wrists. I slowly crept around the house until I got to the garage, opening the door to reveal no car there, showing my aunt was still out. There was no time to loose now. I ran around the living room, searching quickly but in depth. Next was the kitchen, then the formal dining room, and every other room on the main floor in this huge ass house.

When I couldn't find it I wasn't ready to give up. I wanted to get out of here.

I ran back up to my aunts room and tore apart everything, again. One of the drawers I ignored yesterday was her sock and underwear draw. How could I be so stupid!? Or how could she be so stupid? Everyone knows that's where people hide things!

I hustled over and searched around until I touched something cold. I pulled back a thong and there was my blue iPhone 5c. It's still perfectly in tact too. I pulled it out and clicked the home button. My screen was blown up with frantic messages from the boys.

I haven't talked to them in eight days and they're worried. It feels good to know that they love me as much as I love them.

I had no time to loose, I unlocked my phone and went right to the contacts app and clicking on Ashton's, since he was the first one.

I put the phone to my ear and heard the endless ringing. It rang and rang and there was no answer. They wouldn't be doing a show right now I don't think.

Next was Calum. I called him but it was sent straight to voicemail.

Time for Luke, I called and it rang but the ringing was cut short, showing he had his phone but he ignored.

"No!" I screamed. There was one last person.

I pressed the call button on Mikey's contact and held it to my ear, praying that he'd answer.

Ring after constant ring, me loosing all hope before it even ended. Tears started to roll down my cheek as the ringing was about to end.

"Laur!?" Michael screeched through the line.

"Oh my god!" I couldn't help but scream.

"Are you okay!? How've you been?" Michael started a casual conversation.

"No, Mikey. We don't have time for this. I hate it here. She's abusive and locks me in this damn house and I haven't seen daylight in eight days! I need to get out of here," I cried into the line.

"Okay, Lauren. Stay calm, I'll-" Michael was cut short when I heard the garage door open.

"Michael I've got to go!" I said quickly before hanging up, putting the phone back in place, and sprinting to my room, grabbing a book and flipping to a random page.

I heard Aunt Jess stomp up the stairs and towards my room.

"Why aren't you doing any chores!?" She screamed at me.

"I-I didn't- there wasn't a list," I squeaked. She came close to me, grabbing the book and slamming it closed before throwing it to the ground.

"That's no excuse!" She yelled and grabbed me by the collar of my shirt, pulling me to my feet. Her hand went up and I could smell the alcohol lingering on her breath. I flinched back as her hand connected to my cheek, hard enough to knock me to the ground.

"Now go make me food! I'm hungry as fuck!" She commanded me. I quickly got up and headed down the the kitchen and started to make food for her.

. . .

My cheek still stung as I took a hot shower at nine o'clock at night. I peeled off the bandaid on my wrist to notice a huge red scar. The bandaid wasn't going to stick anymore so I got rid of it.

I dried myself off and dressed into a random tee shirt and shorts. I grabbed Cuddles and held him close to my chest as I silently begged for Michael to come get me.

"Please, please, please," I repeated as warm, salty, tears dripped down my face on to Cuddles's head.

I reached my hand over and grabbed the beanie and flannel, holding them close as well.

I couldn't stop silently repeating the magic words, hope fluttering around in my stomach until I finally said the last "please" before falling into a light sleep.

. . .

"Lauren! Come down here and make me breakfast!" My aunt screamed for me. I slowly rose and got out of bed. I shuffled down the large staircase and into the kitchen.

"What do you want?" I asked while yawning.

"An omelet," she told me as she flipped through some magazine. She was perched at the little bar with wood cabinets hovering over the bar. I pulled out a pan and some eggs, starting to make the omelet.

While I was letting it cook I went over to the cabinets and grabbed two glasses. I was pulled almost on top of the bar when my aunt grabbed my hand and started inspecting my uncovered wrists.

"What the hell are these!?" She raised her voice. I fucking forgot to put my bracelets on.

"Is this why you're always wearing those stupid bracelets!?" She screamed at me. I stayed silent, not wanting to answer.

"ANSWER ME!" She squeezed my wrist with the deepest cut. I winced back in pain.

"Yes!" I squealed out of pain. She let go of my wrist and pushed me back. I slumped on the counter, holding my now bleeding wrist.

"Go clean up! I'll finish MY omelet!" She yelled at me. I hurriedly went up the stairs and into my room, closing my door and scrambling into my bathroom. As I ran the water over the bloody wrist I let a few tears fall down. Might as well cleanse the soul too.

I dried off my wrist and replaced my bracelets, this time a lot more too. I also got dressed and pulled my hair into a bun on the top of my head, getting mentally prepared for what my aunt has in store for me today.

I walked down the stairs and she had a duster in her hand.

"Dust." Her words were simple and demanding. I decided to start on the main floor instead for a change.

As I was dusting the living room I heard the door bell ring and the patter of my aunts feet on the tile.

"Hi, Miss, do you have a child with you?"