(Lisa's POV)
After Katherine finishes telling her encounter with Lauren, anger would be an understatement how I feel.
My temper, and my self-control that is keeping me from punching her square in the face....
...Are hanging on by a very thin thread.
But I swallow down the burning anger that is bubbling in my stomach, threatening to rise to my mouth...or to my fist.
I remind myself over and over, that Katherine is already torn up enough as it is.
If I push her any further, it may create an even bigger problem.
So I simply squeeze her hand, maybe a little harder than necessary, and walk out, before I say something I'll regret.
I step into the bathroom, staring at my reflection in the mirror. I'm a mess.
I grip the countertop, before dropping my gaze down to my hands.
I haven't been able to shake the feeling of this warm, sticky substance on my hands...and I know exactly what it is.
I haven't been able to shake the feeling of Lauren's blood on my hands.
Her blood, dripping onto my fingers, coating my palms.
Next thing I know, I'm turning on the sink faucet and squirting an unhealthy amount of soap into my hand.
I rub, I rub my hands together so roughly, that my skin tears from my sharp nails, and I can feel the heat from the friction between my palms.
But it's not enough, so I rub harder.
But it's
Not.
Freaking.
Enough.
I collapse to the floor in sobs, staring down at my trembling hands, wondering why there is no blood on them.
Suddenly, it becomes too hard to breathe, and the room seems to have gotten smaller.
A sudden, grating pain in my stomach makes me double over and rush over to the toilet.
I clutch my stomach and start puking, stomach acid burning away at the rawness of throat.
I cough, and spit, all while still sobbing heavily, it's just all too much right now.
"LAUREN!!!!" I scream, and I scream her name again and again, wanting nothing for her to come sprinting into the room, and into my arms.
I bury my face in hands, sobbing so hard it hurts, when I suddenly hear the door open.
I whip my head up, praying to see Lauren, but instead, Amy stands in the doorway.
She stares at me for only a second before rushing to my side.
"Lisa, Lisa what's wrong?!?" She asks, her voice calm, but heavy with concern.
I lean into her embrace, and focus simply on the feeling of her arms around me.
"I miss her already Ames...I miss her so much" I whisper.
She strokes my hair gently, holding me close.
"I know Lise, I know.."
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A/N: I'm sorry this chapters pretty crappy :(
So I've got good news and bad news.
The bad news is this is my last prewritten chapter, aaannnddd I start school tomorrow...which means the space between updates might be a bit bigger :( :( :(
But I promise I will update whenever I can!
And now the good news.
CHRISTINA FOLLOWED ME ON TWITTER :D
And for those of you who have been desperately trying to get the girls to follow you, with no luck, here's some advice:
Wait til you see them active, then ESPECIALLY if they're doing a following spree or tweeted an "RT for a follow" tweet.
Then retweet the heck out of them, not just that one tweet.
RETWEET LIKE YOUR LIFE DEPENDS ON IT!!!!!
Anyways, I hope you all enjoy this chapter (tho it's not my best work)
Love yall!
- Annie :)
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