Independent (Johnnie Guilbert)

Chapter 20

*Wednesday's POV*

I leave the apartment crying, some people are glancing at me like i belong in a insane bin.

I ignore them and walk all the way to Landin's house.
I knock at the door and after a minute the door opens with a female standing there with messy dirty blonde hair, brown eyes, alternative kinda... And she's pretty..

"who are you?" she questions me

"uh, Wednesday. Who are you?" I ask her back

"I'm grace, what are you doing-"

"hey!" Landin interrupts "go upstairs grace, I'll take care of this" he says

"alright" she looms confused but goes.

"Landin who was that? Are you cheating?" I ask

"what?.. No..." he pauses "I'm not cheating... That was uh, my sister grace.. I would never cheat.... Anyways are you crying?" he ask, he seems a bit shady.

"yea-"

He cuts me off "oh.. Well, come back later and we can talk" He says and shuts the door and me.

Oh wow.... Where do I go now?

*Landin's POV*

Oft, that could've been messy.
I lock the front door leaving her outside and went upstairs to grace.

"babe who was that?" she asked as I laid down next to her on my bed.

"..it was my sister" I lie and I start to kiss her

*Wednesday's POV*

I turn around and walk back down the front porch steps. I continue walking down the never ending street, or what it seems. The tears keep streaming down my face. I have no where to go and I don't wanna talk to anyone.

I soon get really tired and just sit on the curb. Maybe I should just jump in front of a car or something, there's no use for me anymore.

*Johnnie's POV*

Just after a bit when Wednesday left I got up off the floor in the hallway, I made sure to grab Wednesday's phone and set it on my nightstand just in case Wednesday comes back.

Why the heck did she even kick me in a part which shall never be hit that hard?
I laid down in my bed, still in pain from her kneeing action earlier.

I go on twitter and see that I have a lot more mentions then I usually have. I go on my own page to see a few pictures I haven't posted.

What the fuck?! I didn't tweet Wednesday's nudes out! I am not that stupid to ruin someone's life like that.
I delete the whole tweet even though there's probably no use, I bet some people have these pictures saved to there camera roll and already posted them.
all my followers have seen these so now there's no going back.

Some of the mentions I was getting was only about her and how horrible Wednesday is which one of it is true. I think Wednesday is amazing no matter what she does to me and what happens

I don't care if I admit some things, I really need to fix this.

(you can only tweet a 140 characters, so just pretend this next tweet is sectioned off)
I started to tweet something out

Tweet:
Please leave my friend Wednesday alone. It was an accident those pictures got out, Don't be so awful to her.
Who cares if she sent nudes, it was only to me so don't fucking call her a whore! I love my fan-base to death but right now I'm so annoyed.
I love my friend with everything and I hate to see what this has done, for all I know she could be out trying to seriously hurt herself because I don't know where she is right now, it's all because the photos and your words!
I really hope Wednesday is okay and I hope you guys will just forget about those pictures!

I wait a minuet and read the new mentions I'm getting, most saying:
I'm sorry
Hope she's okay!

I roll my eyes at some because there so uncaring and disrespectful.
Almost everyone is a non-hater and I'm grateful. I only respond to the very few hate ones only says: Be more considerate

I almost shut my phone off but it starts to ring right away. Called ID saying Alex

"hello" I monotone answer

"what the fuck was those tweets about!?" she shouts

"why are you so mad? You saw those pictures on my twitter, I think it was a glitch or something stupid. Wednesday could be off trying to kill herself right now!" I tell her

"we'll... Then some questions for you. 1, why did you even have nudes of Wednesday on your phone in the first place?! 2, why did you say you loved her? 3, she probably posted those pictures and wanted attention"

"those photos where a long time ago! Yes, may Wednesday be bitchy sometimes but I said I loved her as a friend! And number 3 wasn't even a questions but she would never ever! post her own naked pictures just for attention! That's just stupid to think of it that way anyways!" I yell back at Alex for the first time

"are you calling me stupid?" she ask

"uuuuuuggghh!" I groan. How the fuck did she manage to make this about her "I will ring you back later! Goodbye Alex!" I hang up the phone and set it next to Wednesday's phone.

I continue to lie on my back staring at the blank ceiling. I put my hands in my face and I cry, I haven't cried in forever but I really feel like I need to.

I just ruined another persons life! And I think it's my fault.

-later-

I wake up from a light knock at my door. I rub my eyes, they kinda hurt from the amount I cried a while ago.

"what?" my voice seems to hurt along with my heart.

a long pause before another spoken word "..can I come in?" it was Bryan

I pull my blanket up to my chin and face the wall "yeah"

The door slowly opens "you've been sleeping for two days-"

"two days?" I cut him off

"yeah.. Are you sick?" he ask softly as if one louder word would hurt me. I swear at times Bryan could be so very nice and gentle.. I kinda don't like it, it's weird.

"no" I say honestly "where's Wednesday" I continue to stare blankly into my wall.

"I don't know. Yesterday me and Angelina went to the police station and said she was a missing person. Everyone in LA is keeping and eye out for her" he explains

"... Okay" I feel bad

"Alex came by last night so maybe ring her" he says

"alright" I won't right now. Bryan leaves the room shutting the door.

Is Wednesday dead? Did she hurt herself? Did someone kidnap her? All these things run though my mind and I harshly begin to cry again.

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