Broken Glass//Shawn Mendes (UNDER MAJOR EDITING)

Chapter 1

Spencer Claire

"Grandma I'm home!" I yell into the huge house. I walk into my kitchen and drop my keys onto the counter. It's funny that I said 'im home', actually. Because that's something I haven't had for the last two years. Yes, of course I live with my grandparents just after my mom got sent to the Eichen House nowhere has really felt like a home to me.

Feels kinda like I'm a nomad.

I open the fridge and grab and apple from the drawer. My teeth slide into the cold apple and tear apart of it off its core. The sweet taste of the apple filled my mouth.

"Kady, where's my grandmother?" I ask our maid as she makes her way into the kitchen. "I'm sorry. I can't help you with that one. I haven't seen her all day." Kady states and sets the cleaning supplies on the kitchen counter by my keys.

Panic starts running through my veins as I run up the long stair case that leads to everyone's rooms. After I get to the top of the stairs I run down the long hallway. I run in my grandmas room and see her sleeping on her bed. I walk over to the side and take her blood sugar. It's really low: 57.

"Grandma.. wake up. I have to go get you orange juice. Wake up please." I say as my hands frantically attempt to wake my grandmother up. then I see a grin come across my Grandmothers face and she stars laughing. "I got you good. but really go get the orange juice. A few minutes later and I'll be in the hospital." My grandmother joked and sat up in her bed. "Not funny, Grandma." I say to her as I make my way down the hallway.

My Grandma has Type 1 Diabetes. She uses it to prank people a lot. She usually does it to the maids. I walk back down the stairs and into the kitchen. I pour a glass of orange juice and take it back up to my grandma. I stayed in her room with her until she got her blood sugar right. Then it just felt right to lock myself in my room.

I laid down on my bed and got on vine. I was scrolling through then I saw that Nash Grier posted something.

"Hey guys. I just letting you all know that I'm moving to Ontario, Canada here in the next week or so. So yeah. I'm out." He said in the vine. I was confused. Why would he wanna move here? don't get me wrong. Ontario is great, but it's also boring.

I sat up and grabbed my guitar. I started strumming the strings. "She's beautiful; this I always knew. I'm just took stubborn to admit that's true." I sang. I haven't been able to get that song out of my head all day. (not cut out-Katy McAllister) After a few minutes of singing songs my phone rang.

"Hey Taylor." I said through the phone to my best friend, Taylor Caniff.

"Whatcha doing?" he asked with his words slurred.

"Taylor, are you drunk?" I asked. Taylor had a little bit of a drinking problem. Also a smoking problem. He smokes weed with these guys guys named Jack. They both had the same first name but their last names were different. He smoke cigarettes too, they just weren't the ones that started him on them.

"Not yet." He laughed and I rolled my eyes.

"I'm coming over." I laughed.

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I walked up to Taylor's drive way. I saw him sitting there on the porch waiting for me and I ran up to him. Taylor is kinda like my get away person. Every time I was with him I forgot about all my problems. He made me laugh and that was really hard to do.

"Hey, babe. I've missed you." He said and hugged me tightly.

"Whatever dork lets just go up stairs." I smiled at him and pulled him into his house.

"Oooorrrr we could drink and have some fun." he smirked at me.

"No Taylor, you know what happens when we drink together." I laughed and walked into his kitchen. Taylor's parents didn't care about him or what he did, and I've been Taylor's best friend since we were 8. Taylor's parents bought us two bottles of grey goose, and trusted us with their car. Taylor and I got drunk and decided to go on a drive. Long story short Taylor got us in a reck, and he broke his arm. He also broke his parents car.

"Well then what do we do?" He asked and pouted like a kid. His bottom lip stuck out and his eyes got really big.

"Fine." I groaned and walked into the kitchen. Taylor walked behind me and mixed us some drinks. "What's wrong? looks like you haven't slept for days." Taylor asked as he slid the glass cup across the table towards me.

I picked it up and put the cold glass to my lips. The great tasting liquor poured into my mouth and I swallowed. Believe it or not the liquid was cold but when I swallowed it, it warmed up my stomach. I smiled at him and simply said "No one can sleep when you're living in a nightmare."

"Insomnia?" He asked and Took a drink out of his cup.

"Something like that, I guess." I say and look down at my cup.

"Hey. It's okay." Taylor said as he walked around the table and wrapped his arms around me. He kissed the top of my head.

"I hope so. I really do." I could feel tears burn the back of my eyes but I didn't let them fall.

"I love you, Taylor." I stated and hugged him back.

"I love you too, spencer."