Broken Promises.

Chapter Five- Gates.

Chapter Five- Gates.

Bridgette's P.O.V

  Trying to sit in one position during a hour long car ride is difficut, especially when the seat you're in is uncomfortable.

  The town we were passing through had no trees, only people and buildings. I could never call this place home. I hate the way it looks, bare, and very urban. 

  To Louis xx: "The place is worse than expected." I typed it out and sent it. I looked over to Brett and he smiled.

  "What are you thinking?" He asked, I sighed, what was exactly on my mind? Was it that this place is worse than I thought? Or that each time I get closer to the house I soon have to call home, I get farther from the Tomlinson's? Whatever it is, I can't seem to push it farther into my brain.

  "This place is hell." My eyes started to tear up. "The miles we get closer to the "house", I made quotations wiht my fingers. "The miles we get farther from Doncaster." I sighed, "The farther I get away from Louis." I whispered. A tear slid down my cheek, I didn't bother to stop it or wipe it away. But that's why I have a big brother, Brett took his thumb and wiped the tear away. I smiled weakly and exhaled slowly.

  "Definitley home sick then, eh?" I nodded.

  "Me too." he sighed. My phone vibrated in my lap, it was Louis. I picked up my phone and unlocked it.

  From Louis xx: "Your attitude towards it isn't helping, love. Positive thoughts.. :)" I smiled, and started to type back.

  "Bridgy got a text from her Louis." Brett made a girly American accent. I rolled my eyes and countined to type away.

  "Shut up." I laughed and proof read my text once more. With all the other people I've texted today, sending and receving smiley faces, my expression didn't change. When I send or recieve smiley faces from Louis, my whole face lits up, I can feel it.

  To Louis xx: "Easy for you to say. Come down here and see. :)" I pressed send and closed my piece of crap keyboard phone. This coming Christmas a new phone would be useful.

  "Just marry him." Brett sing songed, I smiled and let out a happy sigh.

  "I intend too." I laughed and Brett rolled his eyes. "Hey, you asked." I looked at him. "And I answered."

  "I expect an invitation." 

  "You'll be designing them." I laughed and he rolled his eyes again playfully. My phone vibrated in my lap again, I couldn't help but smile.

  From Louis xx: "Intending on it, love. Send me a pic of the house and your new room!! :D" Glad he's the one who's excited about it. I guess I should stay positive about this, but my mind refuses. Brett looked at the GPS again, probably wondering were to turn or how far away we are from the house. I looked outside the window and noticed we were in a neighborhood, a neighborhood without all the friendly neighbors. It looked deserted all that filled it were construction signs and dirt. So if my guessings are correct, it's a new one in the making.

  "The house should be coming up." I rolled my eyes and the truck made a dead spot. "Here it is." I looked outside of the windsheild, there it was. The house that was sure to be the end of me. There was a gate surronding it, making the home more like a prison than it already was. Brett stook his head out of the car, and pressed a  random key on the gate lock.

  "Yes?" An unfamilar voice rang through the little box.

 "Brett and Bridgette Stone." Brett said into the little box. I rolled my eyes at the security on this house, what for? I know one thing, if we ever have a mob or a zombie appocaylpse, we'll be safe for sure. The gate opened and Brett drove in quickly, I turned around to watch the gate close with a loud skreech.

  To Louis xx: "It has a wall and a gate around it.. Probably so I won't escape.. ;)" I pressed send at looked more at the house. The house was way to big for only 4 people and a cat. My parents have lost their minds thinking that we need that much space. It looked like a house that came out of Italy. It was brown with different shades of brown bricks. The shutters on the house were brown with a black interior. The grass was to green, it was obviously freshly put down days before my parents arrived.

  "I love the gate. Makes this place feel so much more homey." I said sarcastically to Brett. He laughed and looked more at the house like I was.

  "I was thinking the same thing." He responded.  The truck came to a dead stop, Brett honked the horn twice signaling my parents to come outside and help us. I closed my eyes and let out a shakey sigh, here we go. I grabbed my cat's carrier, and opened the car door. My Mum came running out of the house like someone had just died, my Dad right on her tail.

  "Brett! Bridgette! My babies!" My Mum gushed, I rolled my eyes and prepared to be squeezed to death. My Mum's arms wrapped around me tight and I sighed. 

  "Hey Mum." I tried and squeezed out my lungs since my air supply was cut sort by her hugging me violontley.

  "Bridgette! I missed you so much!" I forced a smile on face. She started giving me kisses all over my face grossing me out. I'm a very affectionate person, really. It's just, when you'e extremly pissed off at  person, the affection towards them is limited. 

  "You too, Mum." She looked at me and smiled again. 

  "My turn then, Gen?" My Dad asked my Mom, she turned around to face him and smiled.

  "I guess so." My Mum put on a fake sad voice and let me go. My Dad ran into me and squeezed me. I wasn't as mad at my Dad then I was at my Mum. It was her idea to move down here, but my Dad was the one who agreed to it. 

  "Missed you, baby girl." My Dad whispered in my hair. I didn't have to force a smile, but I still am upset. I haven't seen my Dad in about two months. 

  "You too, Dad." I answered, his grip loosened and he looked at me. 

  "Really honey." He smiled, I nodded and he let go off me.

  "Let me show you the inside, Bri! Come on!" My Mum said and motioned me into the house. I walked  along the rocky path leading into the big house. My Mum opened the front door and I gawked. I thought the outside was huge, now, huge doesn't even come close. "Bri, follow me." I nodded and my Mum went up the stairs. "This is your room." She opened a door and walked in, with me following her. The room had blue walls and tan wood floors. My bed and duvet were made and my posters were on top of it. I walked over to it and set down my cat's carrier. "I'm going to go get more of your stuff. The guys are probably needing me." She smiled and like that, left again.

  I walked over to Jinkee's carrier, got her out of it and held her. I sat down on my bed and started to cry. I've been trying really hard to hold it in, but now, there's no use. I miss my old room, I miss my old house, I miss everything. I put my face into Jinkee's body more and sobbed. My phone vibrated in my pocket, telling me hat Louis texted me. I grabbed it and ended the text. I let go of Jinkee and opened the camera tool in my phone and took a picture of my new room. I opened my messages and clicked on Lou and I's conversation. I attached the photo and pressed send. I could hear everyone come back into the house, which meant I get to unpack my stuff. Can this day get anymore fantastic?

*

  "Decide on what you're wearing tomorrow?" My Mum asked me for the third time. I was laying in bed getting ready to go to sleep. I spent 6 hours unpacking everything, and I still didn't even cover half of it. Tomorrow is my first day in a new school, and I'm not looking forward to it.

  "Yes Mum." I replied and turned over to face my cat. She was already asleep, I don't blame her, probably feeling jetag like I was.

  "Ok. Well sleep good. I'll be up to take you tomorrow." She walked over to me and kissed my forehead. "Love you Bridge." She whispered and started to walk away.

  "Love you too, Mum." I yawned. She turned out my light switch and shut the door. I adjusted once more and closed my eyes. Being in this house, with these people is making me miss Doncaster more. I'm almost scared to see what this new school is going to do to me. Probably kill me.