~ Tracking My Phone~
The movie had ended.
We were all rising from the furniture.
“I think it’s bedtime now...” I yawned.
“I thought it was a sleepover?” Louis said in sadness. I laughed and nodded. “You’re right. I’ll go collect blankets and more pillows. Harry, go put some popcorn in the microwave. Louis block Niall from trying to eat it all before I get back.” I said with another yawn.
They went to their stations I had assigned.
I left off to collect a number of blankets.
I first ran into the guest bedroom to grab “my” comforter.
Then Liam’s blanket, he was fast asleep.
Then Zayn’s because he was too much of a girl to hang with the rest of us.
And then I took their pillows also.
I skipped out of their rooms and they hadn’t suspected a thing.
I made my way down the hall to the living room when something caught my eye.
I saw Niall’s phone sitting on the side bench in the hallway.
“My phone!” I whispered to myself. I yanked it out of my back pocket.
“Shit!” I yelled at myself before sprinting to the living room.
“Guy’s we have to destroy this phone! Now! I mean it!” I was worried.
“What’s wrong?” Niall asked hurriedly.
I showed him the phone.
“It’s a phone, what’s wrong with it?” He asked.
I shook my head, “It’s not the phone itself, it’s what’s inside of it.” I said alarmed.
“What’s inside of it?” Louis wondered.
“In my phone is a tracking device my father put in right before my mom past. He knows where I am.” I whispered.
Niall placed a hand over his mouth.
“We have to smash it. Now.” I repeated.
“Ooh, can I stomp on it?” Louis asked.
I nodded, “Do whatever. It doesn’t matter as long as it crashes into many, many pieces.”
They nodded and started sending the phone into oblivion.
I was scared.
My father could be on his way here. He could be searching for me this very moment. He could be in his car thinking of torturous ways to punish me. To make me suffer...
Why would he want to come and find me if he’s the one that shoved me out of a moving vehicle and left me there?
Maybe I was just over reacting?
“I think it died a horrible death.” Louis murmured.
“But it was a fun murder.” Niall commented.
“Yes, that it was.” Louis responded.
“Guys, I’m really just going to head to bed.” I sighed, setting the blankets down and laying the pillows in a comfortable fashion.
“Me too.” Harry yawned.
“Me three.” Niall mimicked.
“You are such babies.” Louis sounded.
I got cozy under the covers and just rested my eyes for a few minutes thinking about how my family tore apart so fast.
Mother was a great woman. Father was a great man. I was happy right where I had been. I never thought about how quickly everything could turn upside down for us.
My eyes were forced shut by the sleep.
