Zoey Kagel considers herself quite the artist when it comes to make-up, so when she made her YouTube channel ten-years-ago, she never expected to be identified as the Beauty Hero Of 2020. One viral video later, and she's caught the eye of the music...
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Luke Holland
The ringing of my mobile phone wakes me up, and in the room's darkness it sends my arm over my face in protest. It's too early. I just fucking fell to sleep after hours of tossing and turning.
I groan, flapping around to pick the phone up. "Hullo?"
"Luke," Zoey's scared voice floats down the line, sending me upright in an instant. "There's someone in my house."
The covers are off my body and I'm fumbling around to find my clothes in the dark until I crash out of the bedroom and into the stupid counter opposite the door. The pain rockets up my leg, but I do well in keeping calm. Fuck! Someone's in her house?
"Can you hide?" I ask, jumping around with a grimace on my face as the pain intensifies in my foot. WHERE ARE MY SHOES?! "Is Roman with you?"
"No, I'm on my own. I think he's at his boyfriend's house," she whispers, and this just got a hell of a lot more scary.
I finally find my trainers and shove them on my feet. The G Class keys are the first I find, so I take those and run as fast as possible to the garages. Zoey is telling she's hiding out on the veranda and has locked herself out there.
"I'm afraid," she whispers, the big hitch in her breathing stealing my breath away.
"Have you called the police?" I'm asking when my foot hits the pedal, so I can drive out of the carpark. "Don't you dare leave that room!"
She's crying now, and it drags at my gut. "My alarm system is connected, so it automatically calls them if I don't turn the alarm off after a certain amount of time. I just spoke to them and they're on their way."
"Don't cry, sweetheart," I say, worrying every second of not being there to protect her. "I'm two minutes away. Almost there."
Sounds of sirens wash down the line - another thing I would tell people about London - the met police. They're quick in an emergency. Zoey screams down to them. I can hear a lot of voices then, meanwhile trying to get down this stupidly narrow street in this big ass truck.
"Luke, Luke, Luke," she mumbles, really crying now. "IT'S YOUR SISTER! THERE! SHE'S THERE!" she yells just as I pull up outside her house, seeing Zoey almost hanging off the railing when she points to something in the bushes.
Two police officers start off running down the street after a figure that is definitely my sister. I can tell in an instant, but I'm too concerned about the scared woman up on the veranda to care. The police woman standing at the door refuses to let me in while the other officers scour the house.
I'm about two seconds from pushing past her when Zoey can be heard running down the stairs and towards me. I see her frightened little face and struggle to contain the absurd need to punch something. In an instant she's in my arms, clinging onto every part of me she can, and I'm doing the same.
