My head is throbbing, like a thousand hippos decided to go for a run on my head. If that makes sense.
I groan and roll over but a sharp pain in my side makes me scream and I lie down back on my back.
I open my eyes and sit up. I'm in my room.
One of the maids rushes into my room and starts dabbing my cuts with a wet cloth.
"How long was I out for" I asked groggily.
"About 3 days" the maid -daisy- says while intently dabbing my cuts and bruises.
"3 DAYS!" I screech like a hyena.
"Yes, miss" Daisy replied with a calm tone.
Oh no, what about the guys. Will they kill me? Nahhhhh, they won't. Hopefully.
"Oh, also miss you had some people wondering where you were. There were 4 big, buff boys. I told them that you were not available at the moment. They asked that as soon as you are available that you meet them at their place" Daisy says.
"Thanks Daisy. Um" I clear my throats trying to form words "what about my parents? Where did they go?"
"Oh, they left for a business trip about 2 days ago and won't be back for 2 more weeks" Daisy states, while she finishes cleaning up my cuts and bruises. I thank daisy and try to keep my excitement in for the fact that my parents won't be home for 2 weeks. Eeep!!
I slowly raise myself out of my bed and put some new clothes on. I also pack an over night bag with exercise clothes. I walk past my mirror and gasp as I see my reflection. That looks nothing like me. The girl that stands there has bags under her eyes. She has stitches on her head with big purple bruises covering her face. I lift up my shirt to expose my stomach, I try to keep in a sob. It's all black and blue, no skin colour at all. All over my body has little specks of dried up blood from the glass. Tears roll out of my eyes. I look away before it gets worse.
I head to the kitchen to grab an apple.
"Daisy I'm heading to my friends for the week, I might be back soon I'm not sure" I shout.
"Ok thanks miss for letting me know" I hear Daisy shout back. "Also, your car is in the drive way."
I grab my car keys and plop myself in the car, placing my overnight bag on the passenger seat.
•••••
I reach the guys house in 5 minutes.
I take a deep breath and check myself in the mirror to make sure I don't look too bad. I slowly trudge up the driveway and knock on the door. I tap my foot and wait anxiously. I start to play with my fingers trying to ease my anxiety.
The door opens and a girl with brown hair and neon pink highlights stands there.
"Can I help you?" She asks.
"I'm here to see James and the guys. I'm Samantha" I say sticking my hand out for her to shake, but she just stares at it like it did something bad to her. I awkwardly pull my hand back and clear my throats trying to clear the awkwardness. She spends 2 minutes thinking and then a big smile graces her lips.
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One big mistake (on-hold)
Teen FictionWhen Samantha goes to the wrong house her life changes for ever, instead of going to an old lady's house she goes to a house full of gang members. Oops?..... She is still her crazy self with just a bit more sass. And a tiny bit more tougher. Her lif...