Imogens pov Oh my god. A few days back in this place and I was totally loosing it. Belinda was totally unbearable, trying to make it out like we were a perfect family again. Truth was, the day Callie admitted why she hit me with the brick was the day I disowned her. She wasn’t family, I could finally see she never was. Before, everything I’d loved, Belinda fussing over me, buying me presents, getting me what I wanted, the hugs seemed totally fake and plastic. It was all an act. Now, I was living in my own living hell. I only ever went downstairs if my “dad” called me down or if I needed food. Luckily our bathroom door had a lock on it, I’d started spending time in there when I got bored of being in my room and couldn’t stand it any more. As a result my eyebrows were perfect and my legs were totally hairless and brown which was a plus. I guess. These walls were slowing closing in on me, the ceiling was slowly getting closer. I’d been here less than a week but already id considered running away, despite never doing it before, I’d always been the good girl, the one nobody ever expects to do anything wrong. I guess that being on tour had changed me, maybe hanging out with a bunch of guys wasn’t the best thing. But on the other hand, that tour was the best thing that ever happened to me. It changed me, for the better. I went back to School tomorrow, well technically today seeing as it was past 2am but I couldn’t sleep. School was something I was deffinately not looking forward too, seeing the people there was going to bring back memories. Those memories were something I didn’t want to go back too, I wanted to stay with Bradie. Sleep did come, eventually but it was full of nightmares, full of faces I was not looking forward too seeing again.
Jumpnows pov Being back on the coast sucked. Majorly. I was missing imogen more than I thought I would, it goes to show that even guys aren’t always as tough as they want to be. Sure, on the outside I looked like I usually did. Skinny jeans and straightened hair were the ultimate disguise. But on the inside I was forming a plan, I had to get her back. The worst thing about tour being over was sort of the best thing, usually. We all got to go back to our own personal space, so I was holed up in my room instead of being bunched up with everyone else. When your alone it’s so much easier to think, even when you don’t want to. I was watching futurama on my bed while eating some mad tasting chocolate cake when I had the idea, it had been circling around for a few days but it hadn’t come to the surface. I had to get her, but I had to prove to Belinda that it was the right thing. I couldn’t understand how she could still keep ims there when she sounded so down everytime I called her. It wasn’t nice. But this cake was, maybe I should make cake more often. I only made it as a distraction, but it was pretty damn tasty if I said so myself. I still handnt caught up on sleep since the end of the tour, my sleep pattern was getting pretty damn fucked which might explain my 2pm naps. Sleep was the highlight of my day, when I could just close my eyes and forget why I was so miserable. So many people would say this but at the moment it was 100% true
