Broken: A New Life. (Lauren Cimorelli Story. BOOK 2)

Chapter 8.

Lauren's POV.

Little by little I began to rebound. Lavenda was always with me, for which I am very grateful to her.

One time I was sitting on the internet and drinking tea when the doorbell rang. I sighed and put the mug on the table, went to the door and looked through the peephole. Oh my God...

Behind the door were Katherine, Alex and Dani. How did they find me?! Oh my God!

The call was repeated.
I'm as quiet as possible away from the door, she picked up the phone and dialed to Lava.

"Yes?"

"Lava, they found me!" I said in a whisper.

"What?! Well, then, in a bag to collect documents, money, all his equipment, go to the attic, up to the last entrance and exit there. I'll be there in ten minutes."

"Ok."

As soon as it possible I become a rush to the apartment to collect her things. The clothes I have not touched, decided that'll take later. The landlady was now in Argentina, she will come back in November.

I lived in six-floor-house on the top floor. And all the tenants who lived in the house on the top floor, had access to the attic, which stretches to the four entrance.

I went to the bathroom, after a short rope ladder and hearing the doorbell began to peck, appeared in the attic. I quietly closed the "door" and went together with a bag left. The heights of the loft was great, I could safely go, perhaps, a little bit bent. Reaching the end of the attic, I considered which of the three "windows" out to the porch and opened it. I was right. Once in the last entrance, I quickly ran downstairs.

Caution came out of the door, I ran into the corner of the house and immediately saw Lavanda on her grandpa's car.

"Come on."

I climbed into the car.
Give me the keys to the apartment.
I was surprised, but the keys are given.

"So," start a girlfriend. "I'm going there with the keys and begin to resent such as "This is my apartment, what are you doing?" and blah blah blah. Then I take away all your clothes, go here and go to me, OK?"

I nodded and Lavenda got out of the car.

God, how they find me? In any case, I collected hair in a sloppy bun, wore large sunglasses Lavender that she left here and lipstick maroon lipstick.

Lavanda's POV.
I went to the door, sighed and went. Even on the ground floor could be heard on the sixth hollowed out the door.

"Lauren, open immediately!" I heard a man's voice.

I quickly climbed to the sixth floor. Near the door there were three. The boy and two girls.

"Hm," They all turned and looked at me wildly. "Sorry, but this is my apartment."

"Don't lie," the guh sniffed. "We talked with the owner of the apartment. It is not yours."

"Yes?" I raised an eyebrow. "Then why I have the keys?"

The guy paused and looked at the girl with brown short hair.

"Okay." she nodded. "but Miss Butter said she rents this apartment's Lauren Cimorelli."

"Ah, Miss Butter," I laughed. "So it is not in this house apartment for rent!"

"House 179D," the guy said.

"So this house is 179E. The house, which is needed in front of you. They are the same, why you are confused."

"So go there!" the younger of three yelled, apparently and ran downstairs.

"Dani, wait," exclaimed the other girl.  "I'm sorry."

"Nothing," I smiled and unlocked the door. I went into the apartment, leaned against the door and sighed. Oh, incredibly, it had passed. Thank God. Now I have to collect Lauren's things until those three  did not realize that they were deceived.

Dani's POV.

Me, Alex and Katherine went into the house and I furiously threw his backpack aside.

"Where have you been?" Dad asked sternly, going into the hall.

"In NYC. My friend went to the landlady, where was Lauren." Alex said grimly.

"What?" Dad whispered, turning white in the eyes.

"Nothing," Kath sighed. "We found an apartment, but came a little girl and told her apartment. And she directed us to the front of the house. But there wasn't Lauren. There was nobody. The apartment was thrown. We came back, wanted to ask the girl, but we have no one opened. Alex broke down the door and we found just that." Katherine pulled out a blog Lauren. "She was there."

"Did you read?"

"No," I shouted, snatching the notebook from the hands of Katherine. "No one will read it. No one."