For All I Know (O2L/Youtubers)

19- mama we're all full of lies

Anthony's pov/thoughts

My hands had instantly grown clammy as soon as there was a knock on the door. Don't get me wrong, I was just nervous and unsure of what was about to happen.

And my question was soon answered as I opened the door and a short girl of about 16 years old fell into my arms. She was clothed in a rather large t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants, that I assumed to be a pair of the guys'.

I was snapped back into reality as I looked down to the girl to see her staring back at me, though her eyes seemed to have clouded as if it was hard for her to focus.

That's when I realized she was shaking. Her breathing was choppy and with the tight grip that she had on me, I could tell her heart was beating a-mile-a-minute.

Words came out of my mouth though I'm not sure what I was saying. I used my hand to stroke her tangled hair in what I hoped would feel like comfort.

"What the hell is going on?" I hear Ricky ask from behind me as I lead the poor girl to the couch.

Her eyes are clamped shut and she seems to have regained her breath.

I motioned for Ricky to go get a wet wash cloth and in a minute he was back with the rest of the guys and girls trailing behind him as well. I placed the wash cloth on her forehead and we all sat in different places of the room, awkwardly staring at where Ricky's friend laid on the couch.

The girl eventually quieted down and became even less restless. She sat up and looked around the room once before looked to her feet.

A few minutes of silence passed until the girl finally spoke up.

"Thank you," she said in my direction. Her voice was small and fragile, as if she was afraid to speak in front of us. After all, we did look pretty intimidating.

"No problem," I told her with a smile. I had sat on the couch arm so she would somehow know it was me who had helped her.

She returned it slightly before looking around the room once more and stopping at Ricky. She rose her eyebrows, he shrugged.

"Well," she sighed before standing up, "Since Ricky won't introduce us; I'm Arabella. But you can call me anything you'd like."

She seemed to be opting out of even acknowledging what had happened not only a few minutes ago.

Everyone was quiet as Arabella shifted uncomfortably. We were making the situation worse. Not only does she come in shaking and looking as if she's scared for her life, but now we were all staring at her as if she had shot someone.

"I'm Anthony," I say quickly, sticking my hand out to cover up the fact that I was staring at her.

Her brown eyes flickered back in my direction as she looked up from the floor. Light freckles covered the bridge of her nose, making her look younger than she actually was. Her brown hair was a matted mess down her back and she looked tiny in the clothes she had borrowed.

She smiled slightly before shaking the hand I had offered. Her hand was light and tiny in mine.

But the moment soon ended as the rest of our group introduced themselves to Arabella. She gave them all the same look, a small smile and a light shake. It was by the 4th person that I realized her smile was fake and there was still fear in her eyes as we all shook her hand.

I decided to ignore the thought at the moment, but it was bound to slip out sooner or later. I mean, the reason we had invited her here was to confront her about what Ricky had told us. But with her now sitting in our living room, it all seemed wrong.

SO IM ON A BUS AND IDK WHY IM TYPING IN CAPS BUT ANYWAYS I WENT ON A 3 DAY DC TRIP WITH MY SCHOOL SO THATS WHY I HAVENT BEEN UPDATING OR ACTIVE. HERE Y'ALL GO. I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY IT! LOVE YOUUUU <3

-Sarah (: xox