You make me crazy

almost done

Just thinking about it is too painful.

“Calais and my niece Latisha, were at the park, three hooded guys came up to them and drugged them with chloroform. Calais and Latisha were taken away to a place not far from Luda Arcade, where they were kept in a basement. Latisha was only eight years old, she was savagely beaten black and blue, then raped for the last three days of her life.  Calais watched all this happen for over a week. Once police found them, the kidnappers had escaped and there was only the bodies left. Anthony, mother and I cried for weeks after that, we happen to be the only family Calais has left.”

There was a stream of tears running down my cheeks. Zayn wrapped his arms tightly around me, while I cried into his shoulder. Arwyn pulled me away from him and into her arms.

“Hey, calm down M,” she soothed. “Do you want me to take you home?”

“Yes please,” I said in between sobs. I wasn’t in a state of mind to do anything.

“I’m taking her home. Stay away, you got it?” she told the boys.

“Yes,” they chorused

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Tiredly Arwyn helped me walk into my bedroom. Carefully she laid me down on my bed and laid down with me.

“You okay Monster?”

“Nah not really Arwyn.”

“Should I go make you some pancakes?”

“You sure you’re okay with that?”

“Yeah, I’ll be back with them shortly okay?” she got up off my bed and walked down to the kitchen.

Just as I rolled over I recieved a text message.

From Zayn

Hey babe hope you’re

okay. Tomorrow night

I’m taking you to Scarline

Race Tracks. Louis is

Racing but doesn’t want

Arwyn to watch yet. I’ll

pick you up @ 4pm

Love you XX

I bet Justin has something to do with this, I thought.

I sent back a reply ‘Yes, see you then’  just as I heard Arwyn cure out loud.

“You motherf***ing stove!” she screamed. My guess is that she burnt herself. I got up off my bed and walked into the kitchen to see if she’s okay.

Walking past the mirror in the hallway, I saw that I had tear stains running down my face like a dried up waterfall. Smudge mascara and eyeliner didn’t help the look either, nor did my messy bird nest from lying on my bed.

“Arwyn you okay?” I asked walking into the kitchen. She had her hand under the tap, with cold water running over it.

“Your mothers stupid stove did it again,” she muttered while she possibly cured in her head.

“You sure it’s not the person working it?” I teased.

“NO!” she shouted while laughing.

“Come on, I’ll help you finish them, then I’ll go to sleep; all that crying took it out of me, I’m tired.”

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Walking up to my bedroom, I felt over full. I must remember to never eat Arwyns pancakes again, she puts too much topping on them. Flopping down on my bed I fell asleep.

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Stretching I woke up, ‘Shit!’ I thought as I looked at the time. It was past lunch time and a school day”

Struggling I pulled myself out of bed and to my desk to check my phone. I had three unread messages. One from Zayn, Mother and Justin.

From Zayn:

Hope you’re feeling okay

for tonight, seeing as

you’re not at school today.

See you @4pm.

From Justin:

Have fun tonight.

Don’t forget that

the deadline is

tomorrow.

From Mother:

Morning darling, Arwyn told

me about what happened

yesterday so I called up

and said you will be off

today. Talk to you tonight

if I see you before I go out.

Just as I replied a ‘Thank you’  to my mum I got another text from Zayn, saying that he would pick me up in two hours.

Quickly I grabbed an apple and went to have a shower.

Getting out of the shower I walked over to my closet and pulled out my sparkly black skinny jeans and a white top. I sat down on my bed and pulled out my laptop. Plugging in my headphones I blasted American Idiot by Green Day. Then I opened up my emails, as I sang along, and saw an email from an unknown email address and sender.

MONSTER!

IF YOU CAN’T COMPLETE YOUR TASK,

YOUR MOTHER, SISTER, BEST FRIEND AND

NOW YOUR BROTHER WILL GET IT!

AFTER THEY ARE GONE IT WILL

BE ON YOUR COUSINS SHOULDERS.

That shitface Bieber! I’m so going to get him back for this. How dare he threatened my family, and especially my sister -who he hasn’t even meet- and Arwyn my best friend. Just as I was about to reply I got a Skype call from my sister, Sylvia.

“Hey Sylvia,” I answered trying to sound happy.

“Hey sis, long time no talk!”

“Yeah I know, sorry. I got a new boyfriend, who I’ve been with for a week.”

“Ahhh!” she screamed. “My little sister hot her first boyfriend and didn’t tell me! I’m not that old to not be excited.”

“Sorry. I think I might have told Anthony when he called up the other day.”

“ANTHONY KNEW BEFORE ME! YOU TOLD YOUR 30 YEAR OLD BROTHER BEFORE YOUR 25 YEAR OLD SISTER!” she yelled at me.

“He’s from a band…”

“WAIT WHAT!? YOU’RE DATING A GUY FROM A BAND! WHAT BAND? IS HE FAMOUS?”

“Yes and from One Direction.”

She screamed so loud that it hurt my eardrums.

“SHUT UP SYLViA!” I yelled at her. “Oh and Arwyn’s going out with Louis.”

“That lucky bitch!!” she complained.

I cracked up laughing before she continued, “So little sister, who’s the famous guy allowed to kiss your lips?”

“Zayn,” I mumbled.

“Zayn as in ZAYN MALIK!?”

This is why I never talk to my family about my love life.