Free (Sequel to Trapped)

Ch. 38

Ariana

Thursday, 9:07 am

Now that everyone was gone, I had nothing to do. I planned to eat something then go to my moms house and bring Toulouse back with me so I wouldn't be lonely.

After finding out that I was too lazy to cook something for myself, I decided to go to Starbucks and get a French Vanilla Latte and a cinnamon roll.

I drive out of the parking lot and to my moms house.

"Franklin, I didn't call again I'm not sorry. I'm here!"

"It's okay. I'm not doing anything. Come up here." I pick up Toulouse and walk up the stairs.

Frankie's door it open and he's sitting on his bed, scrolling through his laptop.

"Hey, little sis. You look... big."

"Oh, wow. Thanks, Frankie."

"You're welcome." He laughs.

I sit down on his bed, rubbing Toulouse's head.

"How are you, sister?"

"I'm fine, brother. Tired, but I'm alright."

"Hey, did you ever figure out that dude in your house?"

"Yeah, actually. It was Justin's step brother, who he didn't even know existed. It's kind of a long story, but Jeremy knocked a bitch up, named the child and everything, then left before he was born. His names Josh, and he wanted revenge on Jeremy by doing what he was doing to us."

"Can I kill the bitch? And his mother who obviously didn't raise him right."

"He's in jail, now, Frankie."

"I can go to jail too. Then, you and your millionaire husband can come bail me out."

"Not that rich, dumbass."

"Close to it. You are aware that your husband is a world renown super model, right? And technically, so are you, because you have been in some of his model thingies."

"Model thingies?"

"Photoshoots. I forgot what they were called. Don't fucking judge." I laugh, and Toulouse jumps out of my lap, disappearing into Frankie's closet.

"And you're his wife, which makes it even better."

"Okay, Frankie. Yes, my husband is a model. I'm aware."

"Good. Just making sure. You need to go back to work, Ms. Ad Boss."

"I honestly don't wanna go back to work. What I want is to have my baby."

"Slow down, Ariana. You have 4 and a half months left."

"That's too long! I wanna meet my baby, and name her Hayleigh Brooklynn Isabella Bieber."

"You definitely have this all planned out, don't you?"

"I do." I nod, and Toulouse comes out of Frankie's closet with a little gold package in his mouth.

"I told you to stop doing that, T." Frankie takes it from him when he jumps on the bed and I giggle.

Toulouse sits in my lap and I rub his back.

We all sit in silence for a while then Toulouse starts whining. He jumps off my lap, turning back to look at me.

"Well, Frankie. He's trying to tell me something. I'll be back." I stand up and follow Toulouse.

He leads me to the closed door of my old room. I haven't really slept in there in a long time, since I still live in the same state that I grew up in, there's no need to.

Toulouse starts scratching at the door and I push it open. Everything is exactly how I left it when I left for college. Except for the holidays I spent here, I haven't touched this room.

The purple walls, and the purple bed. The white carpet. All white furniture. And Aviella's old crib, where she stayed while I was gone. I face timed her every day in college, and she would always cry when I had to hang up. I spent as much time with her during holidays, because I knew she loved me, and she was miserable when I left.

Frankie was usually the one to watch her, because my mom had work and Justin was in college also. Before I know it, tears are slipping down my cheeks. I know I can't help it so I just let them fall.

Toulouse sits by my feet, like the little guard dog he is, and I wipe my face. I take one last look at the room before walking out.

I say goodbye to Frankie before taking Toulouse and leaving.