Don't Break My Heart (A BajanCanadian Fanfiction)

Chapter 34 ~ Videos

QUICKLY! TWO MORE AND THEN A CLIFFHANGER. QUICKLYYYYYYYYY!

~~~{Destiny's P.O.V}~~~

"Are you sure you'll be okay?" I fretted. Heather was going home, out of the hospital, today. The doctors were reluctant to let her go home because of "possible head trauma."

Heather rolled her eyes. "I'll be fine!" She said for the millionth time. "I live with Charlie, remember? And I only broke an arm. Stop worrying, Destiny."

I sighed, knowing I was worrying for no reason. "All right, I'll stop. Do you know when you can ride again?"

"When my arm heals." Heather tapped the cast that encased her left arm.

"Ooh! Can I sign your cast?" I asked.

Heather pulled a Sharpie out of her pocket and handed it to me. She held out her left arm. "Here."

I wrote "DESTINY <3" in bubble letters as big as I could, taking up all of her forearm.

Heather rolled her eyes again, this time playfully. "You couldn't have written that any smaller?"

I giggled. "Nope. It had to stand out!"

Heather opened her mouth to say something else, but before she could, she remembered something. Beaming, she told me, "I have to get inside. Charlie said she got me a cake!" Heather opened the car door with her right hand and stepped out of my car, squinting against the glaring sun. "Bye, Destiny!"

"Bye, Heather!"

~~~{~}~~~

I stepped into the Team Crafted house, freezing at the sound of voices. Whoops. I forgot to knock.

The voices were coming from the living room. "I really don't know how to say this," Adam was saying. He sounded choked.

I walked into the living room. Adam and Jerome were sitting on the couch. They both looked like they were barely holding back tears.

"What's wrong, guys?" I asked.

Jerome pointed at the camera. "We're telling the fans about Ty."

"Can I join?"

Adam nodded, so I walked over in front of the camera and sat down next to them. Everyone was silent for a couple of moments.

"It all began when I tweeted something as a joke on Mitch's Twitter," I began reluctantly. "Mitch found out, so I ran into Ty's room to hide from him. Um...Ty...he was....uh, he was abusing Brittany." The words tumbled out of my mouth. "Then he abused me and then Alia when she looked for me and he kidnapped Alia and I and we escaped and now we're here."

There was silence again.

I looked at Adam and Jerome. "Is there anything that I missed?" I asked quietly.

"You...forgot to mention that Ty's accomplice got shot and died and I got shot in the shoulder by Ty but I survived," Jerome pointed out quietly. "I think that's all..."

~~~{~}~~~

I walked up to Mitch's room and knocked.

"Come in!" Mitch called. I opened the door and stepped inside.

Mitch was at his desk on his computer, editing a video.

"What's wrong Jero-" he started, then realized it was me, not Jerome.

"What's up?" Mitch asked instead.

I sighed and leaned against the wall. "Do you think I made the right decision?"

Mitch wheeled around his chair to face me. "About what?"

"About Lily."

"I think you made the best decision you could make at the time."

"I still think I could have done better....I can't even reach her! I have no idea where my sister, who's also my best friend, and Jason are! My sister...she was the only family I had left after my parents died..." I trailed off. I missed my sister more than I wanted to admit.

"Do you want to see a movie or something to get her off your mind?" Mitch suggested.

I brightened up. "I would love that! What do you want to watch?"

"Does 'The Fault In Our Stars' sound okay to you? I think it just came out."

I laughed. "That didn't come out yet, silly. Here, let me mark it on your calendar."

I walked over to Mitch's calendar, picking up a pen from Mitch's desk, and started to write "TFIOS" on the calendar, but something caught my attention. "Grandma's would-be birthday" was written on the calendar, exactly a week from now.

I stopped, surprised. "Your grandmother's birthday is in a week?" I asked, my pen hovering over the calendar.

Mitch nodded. "You forgot about it? I already told you already, remember?"

I ducked my head, embarrassed.

But then I felt Mitch's cool hands on my cheeks. I looked up at him. "Yes?" I whispered.

Mitch tucked a lock of hair behind my ear and then...

Fireworks.