Here is Chapter Huit since you guys have been very nice :D
Chapter 8-Coming back
Dear Kimmy,
Sorry I didn’t write back in time, these couple of days have not been the best, can’t wait for you to come back which i tomorrow night right? Email me before you take off. I have soo much to talk to you about good and bad things...
Sorry hurry your lil Japanese ass back here, Georgie needs some TLC...xD
Okay goodnight I’m not even meant to be up soo be happy I risked getting into trouble
Love you loads like...oh I dunno,
Georgie xoxo
I finished writing my letter sleepily, checking to see if Trace has replied...nope, no reply.
*Sigh*
Don’t worry Georgie, he probably have like ten million fan mail soo it’s not like he deliberately ignored your email.
I slowly drifted off to sleep.
“Georgie get up” said a muffled deep voice
“Huh” i murmured lifting my head up
I couldn’t tell who it was my eyesight was very blurred.
“Georgie get up, wake up”
I rubbed my eyes to see Trace...Trace ?
Oh My...could it be.
“T-Trace?” I asked confused
“How you doing baby sis’” asked Trace smiling
He was in Black skinny jeans, a Black band t-shirt, a red hoodie rolled up and dirty white vans. His hair was jet black now.
“Your hair is black now” I said touching his hair
“Yeah, you ready?” asked Trace
“Ready for what?” I asked looking around
We were in the cabin. I was still in my pyjamas, what was Trace talking about.
“C’mon” said Trace taking my hand
I looked at Traces hand, my eyes trailed up his arm; he had various tattoos that i couldn’t make out of.
“Trace when did you get tattoos?” I asked sheepishly
“Do you like them” grinned Trace leading my into the lush green woods
“Y-yeah I guess” I shrugged tumbling over my own feet
“TRACE! GET BACK HERE, GET AWAY FROM HER NOW!” shouted a stern voice
I flipped my head around to see...to see my parents running after us.
“Georgie!” hissed Trace
I couldn’t move it felt as if my feet were glued to the ground, they got closer and closer then I felt some ripped my hand away from Traces hand.
“Trace!” I yelled “Don’t go” I cried struggling out of my dad’s grip
“Get the fuck of me” growled Trace at our mum
“You don’t need her” said mum softly
WTF WHAT KIND OF PARENTS ARE THEY, WHY ARE THE DOING THIS?
I kicked my dad in the knee and reached for Trace’s hand, i suddenly felt a hand grab a hand full of my hair and toss me to the ground; my head hit the ground roughly sending me into a deep sleep.
