Chapter 11

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Sophies POV

  I tapped my foot repeatedly on the tile below me and hit my nails back and forth on the coffee cup that sat still on the table. I was frantically looking around the kitchen wondering when the hell everyone was going to wake up. I needed to talk to someone. Anyone really. Someone, anyone, besides Justin. To say I was on edge was an understatement; his words were running through my mind over and over and no matter what I did, they stayed there. I had washed all my clothes, washed all the dishes, cleaned his living room and the game room, and yet nothing kept me occupied for more than 5 minutes. I would be happy, thinking about how lucky I was to be here and not back home and then I would realize where I am, what he said and then boom. I was too taken back to finish. I sat down until I thought of something else and then the same process would repeat. 

  I looked at the clock that hung right over the stove. The hand was ticking and my eyes followed every movement it made. It was already 8:30 am and I haven't slept since two nights ago. I was getting groggy but then I remembered that that was the reason I had made the coffee. Why did everyone sleep so damn late? I needed someone. Even Scooter at this point. His wise words always left me hanging right where I was when I started but at least he was someone to talk to. Scooter had gone back to New York City this morning. From what I knew he should still be on the plane, but my instincts told me to call him anyway. I reached for my cell phone that was only inches away from where I sat. Picking it up, I quickly dialed his number despite how shaky my hands where. I pulled the phone up to my ear and let a breathe escape from my lips. My stomach was turning in knots and my foot was still tapping on the floor.

  The ringing in my ear was making everything more intense. I needed Scooter to pick up this call or else I was literally going to rip my hair out from anxiety.

"Scooter please..." I whispered under my breathe. "Please, I need to talk to you." I shut my eyes praying that he would pick up. Praying that he would talk me through everything. Goddammit Scooter pick up your phone!

"Hello?" Scooter's voice rang at the other end. I let out the breathe that I had been keeping in. I felt a wave of serenity wipe over me. This was just what I needed.

"Scooter! I need to talk to you!" My tone was happy, thrilled even. All he needed to do was listen to me, give me some advice and I would be somewhat okay again.

"Can this wait Soph? I'm about to go into a meeting." He sounded busy. Not from the fact that he told me he was but I could hear him wrestling through papers and telling someone that he would only be another minute.

I exhaled letting my head fall into my open hand. "Yeah, yeah whatever." I said disappointed. I knew that Scooter needed to work and that I was being selfish but I needed him right now.

"Okay, I'll only be in the meeting for an hour, I'll call you when I'm out." And with that he hung up.

  I dropped my phone back onto the table and walked into the living room. I laid down on my stomach on the couch and took one of the nearby pillows. I stuck my head into it and screamed as loud as I possibly could without waking the boys up. When I was done, I took the pillow, threw it across the room and let my head fall where ever it wanted. I wanted to cry. I wanted to act like a 5 year old for once and just cry. I was always the strong one no matter what situation it was. When my dad left, I didn't cry. At least not in front of my mom or my brother. No, I waited until the darkness of 2 am rolled around to let my emotions come out. I was so sick of being the strong one. For once, I just wanted someone to take care of me. Just thinking about everything made me more anxious, more upset and even more confused. I started to cry, and with every thought, another tear rolled down my face. I was trying not to hyperventilate, breathing in and breathing out with every tear. But it came to the point where they were streaming down my cheeks. I hadn't even known that Chaz was witnessing the entire thing until I felt his hand rest on top of my body. I looked up at him with tears still in my eyes and tried my hardest to make it look like I wasn't vulnerable. 

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