My Smosh Dream Come True (Book 2) [Completed]

One Year Anniversary

***My P.O.V.***

I sat down at the dining room table and turned on my phone. It was only seven in the morning and I was the only one in the house. Anthony and Ian had to go shoot a video and Rachael went to get her leotard fixed because it had a rip. I had a hair appointment at eight. I stood up and walked to the fridge to get some breakfast. I moaned at the sight of there only being cereal in the cabinet. I sighed and grabbed the cereal. I guess I'll have to eat it if it's the only thing we have. I clenched my stomach because I felt some massive pain. It was probably since I hadn't eaten since breakfast yesterday. My vision started to blur and I saw tiny black dots everywhere as I poured the cereal. Seconds later, I fell over. The last thing I remember was my head smacking hard on the kitchen counter. I felt a pool of liquid form around my head, must have been blood, but then passed out.

***Rachael's P.O.V.***

"So can you fix it?" I questioned the tailor.

"It'll take a few days," he said with a sigh.

"Can't you fix it sooner?!" I yelled at him.

"No," he said with a glare, " I have more important things to sew."

"My clothes are important!" I kept yelling, "I need them for my work!"

"Listen lady," he said pointing at the leotard, "it's a few days or nothin'."

I sighed. "Fine. Just get it done." I walked out of the shop and got into my car to go home. It was already eight-thirty. I pulled up to the driveway and parked my car. That's weird-why is Natalie's car there. I thought she had a hair appointment at eight. "Natalie?" I yelled closing the garage door behind me. "Nat?" I set my purse on the floor.

I screamed so loud it hurt my throat. I saw Natalie, lying on the floor, knocked out. I picked up her head from the pool of the blood that surrounded it. Tears streamed down my cheeks. I gently set her head back down and pulled out my phone. I called 911 immediately. They said they'd send an ambulance right away. Right after that, I called Ian.  He picked up almost right away. "Ian?" I whimpered while crying.

"Oh my God," he replied, "Rachael, what's wrong? Are you crying?"

"Just come home right now," I said wiping some of the tears away, "It's about Natalie and it's an emergency."

***Ian's P.O.V.***

"OK," I said trying to calm Rachael, "I'll be right there." I hung up the phone and put it in my pocket. "Anthony," I said running over to him.

"What man," he said taking a sip of water.

"Rachael just called me and said there was an emergency involving Natalie," I told him. He spat out his water at me. "WHAT THE FUCK!" I yelled at Anthony wiping the spit water off my face.

"Well!" he screamed at me, "Then we need to go home! Wait," he stopped himself, "we can't just leave in the middle of a video shooting."

"Dude!" I yelled back, "she said it was an emergency! Who cares about filming a video!?"

"Fine!" he replied, "Let's go."

I turned my car on as Anthony jumped into the passenger seat. We both gasped at the same time at the sight of ambulances in front of our house. I turned off the ignition and hoped out of the car. Rachael was crying her eyes out and Natalie was on a stretcher getting put into the ambulance. "Oh my God!" I screamed. "What's going on? What happened to Natalie?"

"Yeah," Anthony agreed with me, "what's wrong with Natalie?"

Rachael, in tears, replied, "I don't know! I walked into the house and there she was laying on the floor in the kitchen with a pool of blood around her head!"