"Help me carry these."
I yawned, my eyes weren't even fully opened yet as the covers were ripped off me and I was being yanked from my bed.
"What are they?" I asked dumbfounded, finally opening my eyes only to make out the little girl playing dolls in the corner of my room and Casey standing behind a bunch of boxes in the middle of my room. "Hey those are mine!"
Casey hid a smirk, "I know, they came in for you today."
I slowly walked towards the boxes, bending down to open one. Anthony wrote his name with two x's on the side of each box.
Casey quickly snapped the box closed as I tried to open it. "You can look in them when they're moved."
"What are you talking about, moved?" I questioned, staring down at the boxes I kneeled behind.
Casey laughed, "Ashton wants me to move in, but there's no room for Jasmine and I with you here so I told Ashton what you told me."
"W-what are you talking about?" I asked, finally meeting the icy stare of Casey. I swear, she's like part demon or something.
"Remember, silly?" She giggled, "You told me you were eighteen and you wanted to move out. That apartment on the other side of town you told me you'd been looking at."
"What are you talking about?" I gasped, jumping to my feet. In the corner of my room, Jasmine's little three year old eyes intently watched, trying to see what was happening.
"You're moving. Ashton wants us here more than he wants you, can't you see that you blind bimbo?" Her voice was sharp and icy, it was truthfully one of the scariest things.
I didn't know what I was doing when I bent down and picked up one of the boxes. There was a small staring contest between Casey and I before I walked out of my room.
I stood at the top of the steps, trying to figure out where I was bringing this box and why I wasn't unpacking my things in my room. A hands touched my back giving me a push heard enough to send me and the heavy box flipping down the stairs.
I let out a loud scream before my back hit the last stair and the heavy box landed on my stomach, then rolled over me until everything was sprawled all over the place broken and shattered.
I couldn't move. Someone yelled my name but it was almost too muffled for me to hear.
"Bella!"
Again my name was called and for a minute I felt really light, but it was probably just someone lifting me up off the ground, because I was set somewhere else. I thought my eyes were open, because I could see some lights, but they weren't and my head was pointing because of the stupid box and Casey pushed me down the stairs.
"Bella," Someone shook me and I winced.
"She fell down the stairs," I heard Casey gasp and I wished I could've just died because that would be so much easier than this.
My body didn't want to listen to my death wish, so instead, my eyes opened and Luke was hovered over me with Ashton standing close by with his arm wrapped around her. Michael and Calum were somewhere near them but my vision was a bit blurred.
I groaned, closing my eyes.
"Did you bang your head?" Luke asked, his hand lightly patting my face to keep me awake. "Bells, please answer me."
"Want me to try?" Casey asked softly.
Luke's weight was removed from the side of me and replaced with Casey. I opened my eyes and managed to jump up, all though it caused pain in me.
"Get away from me," I muttered, tears brimming my eyes. Casey showed faux hurt, she stood up and backed away. Back into Ashton's arms...
I managed to clumsily pull myself up off the couch and stumble to the stairs before Calum grabbed me. I held onto him because I had banged my head really hard on the stairs and things were starting to get fuzzy. I lazily leaned my head on his shoulder, Calum lifted me up and started carrying me somewhere, but I didn't pay attention.
"Are you okay?" He whispered. I nodded into his shoulder.
"What happened?" Luke asked as I was set into a bed that wasn't mine.
"I fell down the stairs," I whispered, laying my head on Luke's lap when he sat down on the bed. Michael sat at the other end of the bed and Calum sat on the floor with his back pressed against Luke's closet.
"Why did you get all freaked out when Casey sat next to you?" Calum asked, aimlessly throwing a ball up and down.
I shrugged.
Luke softly combed his fingers through my hair and hummed Hey There Delilah; which really made me want to cry.
Calum and Michael left the room telling Like to let me sleep and keep an eye on me.
"Tell me a story," Luke whispered, laying down and pulling the covers over us. He wrapped his and and leg around me, pulling me into him.
"About?"
"Um, I don't know. How about I start one and you finish, okay?"
"Okay."
I curled more into Like and listened to the humming in his chest as he talked. The story ended up being pointless, but I loved hearing Luke's voice and for some odd reason he loved hearing mine.
I may have been really sore at the moment, but Luke was like a bandaid for as long as he could be and it made me feel a lot better. Just for a little while though.
