"The tree out side my room? How could he know it was the tree directly outside our room? Out!" I pace back and forth in our room, confiding in Carmen with the Instagram comment, but the second I saw Floss peep her head from around the corner, I point to the door. I slump down against the wall, defeated. I haven't seen him in almost a year, how could he know? My parents were on the news, but I don't think that they would tell where I was living, and even if the did, they defiantly wouldn't tell what room I was staying in. This is going to far, I need to tell someone, no matter what trouble it puts me or him in. Time to tell, whatever happens, better or worse. I mean he can't do anything to me from behind bars right?
The doorbell rings one loud, long time, like someone's just holding down the button. I roll over away from the door, it's Thursday, "May as well savour the morning in bed," I think, which is why I groan when there is a knock at the door.
"Yep, that sounds like her all right."
I sit up straight, I know that voice.
"I'll leave you two to talk." I hear Mike's heavy footsteps down the hall.
"Kitty?" The door swings open to show what is definitely Kitty, who is appropriately dressed for the rainy outside weather in shorts, a tank top, and what be a designer three-quarter sleeve rain coat with matching rain boots.
"Elle!" She runs over and gives my a hug, and I realise she has already met the weather, because when she pulls back, I'm a little damp too.
"What are you doing here? Doesn't school start Monday?"
"Yep! But I came out to visit you for the next few days, I leave Sunday afternoon."
All I can do is smile.
"Okay, what are you wearing? We can't hit on all the cute London boys with you in pjs, can we? But we might want to wait until it stops raining first, it's super cold. . . and wet."
"What do you think?" I twirl in front of Kitty, who applauded when I come out. I do a runway strut, doing my best not to wince while I walk though the dressing room hallway at the painfulness of the five inch bedazzled high heels. We both laugh when I trip, but stop the second two cute guys walk by and do the most unnatural poses until they pass the window.
I can't believe that I haven't missed Kitty until now.
"So we like the dress?"
"We adore the dress. And we love the heels."
"Yes we love the heels."
We both talk and laugh as we go through our shopping finds, a cute red mini for her back in Califa and a pair of (slightly less tall) high heels for me so I don't feel as. . . normal as everyone else in care. Not that normal is bad. . . It's just so ordinary.
I wake up in the middle of the night in a sweat. Carmen and Kitty's sleeping shadows tell me I didn't scream while I was asleep, but now I'm awake, I really, really want to scream. My lungs feel like they're filled with lead, and if I could just get it out, get it out, GET IT OUT!!! Liam has ruined my life, but I'm not going to let him have that control over me any longer. There's only one thing I can do to stop this. No one would believe me without taking a big action. So that's what I'm going to do.
