Changes

Chapter 16 ~ Home

Brad and I were walking down our road. Tour had finished, I was tired and needed to catch up on sleep even though it was the middle of the day.

Brad hugged me and kissed my cheek then said "i'll ring you later and see you tomorrow anyway"
"Will you now?" I questioned.
He winked.
I gave him a last hug and said thank you for everything on tour and things.

I walked in and closed the door. Brad walked to his.

I dragged myself up the stairs and flopped on my clean tidy made bed just wanting to sleep in my fresh smelling clean room that I haven't seen in weeks on end.
Just as I was closing my eyes, I thought I heard the front door opening. It was either my mum coming in but she would normally shout up to say hello or I'm so tired I could be hearing anything.

***8hours later***
I woke up, looked around to see my room was completely tipped upside down and everything was everywhere.
I rubbed my eyes and rubbed them again to check I wasn't seeing things.

I stepped out of my bed to see all my photos frames of Brad and I were ripped up and the frames smashed everywhere. All my clothes were messed up on the floor.
What had happened?
Who was this?
Why had this happened?
I'm going to scream.

I phoned Brad but he wouldn't answer. I picked up my grey hoodie from the floor, putting it on not realising there was glass in it. The glass split my arm with blood gushing out.
That was the least of my worries right now. I rushed out onto the landing to see all my mums stuff out everywhere, all down the stairs.
I was to scared to see what was downstairs but I really needed to go and get Brad to show him and for him to help me.

I knocked on Brad's front door. Nobody answered. I rang his phone again and someone picked up finally.
"BRAD" I basically screamed down the phone.
"Guess again" somebody laughed.
"What? Brad this is serious, something terrible has happened and I need your help and..."
"Brad doesn't love you, I told you he's mine. Oh and have fun tidying hahaha"
I realised the voice. The sly twisted little bitch.
Becca. It was all Becca. What did I ever do to her.
But how did she have brad's phone? I bet there a 'thing' again .

I burst out crying walking back down my drive. My arm had started bleeding through.
I got in and locked the door behind me. I dragged myself into the kitchen to see a note.
'Hello darling, sorry I'm not here when your back but I'll be back 4 days after you come back. Love you, Mum. Xxx'
Great. Just what I need. 4 days till I get the house right before mum comes back.

There was no harm downstairs luckily. So I picked up every single clothing of my Mothers that was thrown down the stairs and put it away, neatly. I then started on the landing picking up all my mothers decorations for her room and made the bed and tidied everything of my mothers which took my 2 hours.

All that was left was my room, which I was dreading.
I walked in there, looked around and started crying again. What have I done to deserve this.

I sat on the floor and started picking things up until I felt really faint and sleepy.

**2hours later**
I hear people shouting my name.
Dani, Brad and James were shouting my name trying to wake me up.
"Megan, what's wrong?? Are you okay?!" Dani said worried.
"Yeah, it's just, well, Becca, Brad she has your phone as well." I tried getting out.
"Wait till I see her" Brad scowled.
James looked at my sleeve to see the bloody was flowing throw my jumper. He gasped "what have you done?"
"It's just glass went in my arm, it's fine" I said as if it was nothing.
He went downstairs to get my an ice pack.

Dani and Brad started tidying my room.

What good friends I have.

A/N
Basically I want to say a massive thank you so my best friend for helping my decide bit if this. It gets better so keep ready to find out what happens to Becca..........
Lots of love xo