“What are we going to do?” I groan sitting down on my bed, Pepper sitting opposite of me on her bed. I put my head in my hands, my elbows resting on my knees.
“About what?” she asks
“About all of this, I can’t stay here, we can’t stay here. We have to get back. We have a gang to run!” I throw my hands up exasperated and stand from the bed, pacing between the two.
“In order to that you need to chill the fuck out, Adi,” she says laughing lightly. I nod and take a deep breath. I really don’t like any of the girls in this house, Pepper and I have gotten close, I guess. Jessie is the only other one I like in the house and I’ve only talked to her twice.
“Okay, so what are we going to do?” I ask sitting on the bed calmly and watching as she gets up and shuts the door. It was about 10 minutes till lights out so whatever she had to show me better be quick because Nadia will be up soon to check on us.
“I have a phone,” Pepper whispers walking around her bed and pulling out the nightstand away from the wall.
“You hide it behind there?” I ask and she nods standing up with phone in hand and waving it side to side. I smile as she sits across from me and starts up the phone.
“Do you have Zayn’s number?” I ask and she nods. I might be able to actually do this.
“Do you realize we could get out of here?” I ask smiling brightly and she nods again just as the phone screen is shown. A picture of Pepper and Jerrod is her lock screen. I watch as she slowly looks over the picture, a faint smile appearing on her face before she unlocks her phone. And taps the messages app. Her phone vibrates and a text from Jerrod appears.
“You and Jerrod really like each other, huh?” I ask smile and she nods, blushing lightly as she quickly types back a response. Even if they do like each other, I still don’t fully trust the fact that Zayn called her for ‘spy mission’ who would call someone from America just to be a spy? It literally makes no sense.
“Are you going to text him, we have like 3 minutes,” Pepper says shoving the phone into my hands. I grab the phone and stare at the screen, a plain white screen “Zayn Malik” in the recipient box in blue at the top. The black line blinking at me as I stare at the typing place.
“We literally are going to get in so much trouble if you don’t type what you want to say, Adriana, hurry up,” Pepper pushes. My hand is shaking; he isn’t going to be out of jail even, will he? I don’t even know.
“I don’t know what to say,” I admit staring at the blank screen. Until a little blue bubble arrives with a vibration in my hands.
“It’s him, he-he’s supposed to be in jail,” I say smiling.
“Goodnight, Jessie!” We hear Nadia say outside the hall. I quickly shove the phone underneath the pillow and stand up walking to my dresser, grabbing some sweats and start walking towards the door.
“Oh, hi, Nadia,” I smile trying to hide the fact that my heartbeat was racing and would’ve probably exploded out of my chest if my ribcage weren’t acting like a jail and holding it back.
“Hello, Adriana, off to get ready for bed I see?” she says and I nod smiling lightly.
“You were supposed to do those 10 minutes ago, I gave you the warning,” she scolds
“I know, we were talking and lost track of time, it won’t happen again,” I say and she nods. I slip past her and into the bathroom and shut the door. I slide down the cold tile wall of the bathroom, dropping my sweats and tank top beside me. I’m going to be able to talk to Zayn. I’m only a few minutes away from talking to my love again and I’ve never been so nervous, yet excited in my life.
I stand up from the cold tile floor and slip into my sweats. I look into the mirror above the sink, dark brown hair that has lost its volume; it’s dull and has split ends. Dark circles under my eyes, more prominent than usual. I look so boring, dull, and lifeless almost. My reflection is a scary wakeup call of what I really look like. I don’t look like the strong independent girl I was before all of this. The drugs and alcohol have possibly taken a toll on me and not in a good way. I splash some water on my face and then dry it off with the small hand towel. I pick up my jeans and clothes from earlier and walk back to mine and Pepper’s bedroom where Nadia has left and only Pepper is sitting on the bed now.
“Did you read it?” I ask and she shakes her head. I smile dropping my clothes in the bin, shutting the door and sitting cross legged by her on the bed. I pull the phone out from under the pillow and look at the screen.
From: Zayn Malik
To: Pepper
We’re getting you and Adriana out of there be ready
I smile staring at the text before really thinking about what it meant, we’re leaving, he’s breaking us out of here. We’re leaving. I quickly type a response and send it
From: Pepper
To: Zayn Malik
Trust me, baby, we’re ready. Can’t wait to see you
-Adi xx
We’re leaving.
(A/N)
Hey guys! I hope you guys liked this chapter! So they're leaving, aren't they? Hm. Idk I LOVE YOU GUYS!! :) xx <3
xx _DatWriterChick xx
