Broken Promises.

Chapter Seven- Pack your bags.

Chapter Ten- Pack your bags.

3 Months Later..

(May 2007)

Bridgette's P.O.V

First off, let me say, I've never fully understood the expression of 'time flies so fast ' or 'enjoy being a kid' in my life when I was Doncaster. To a 6 year old, it was just words. I guess now that I've moved and matured I understand. Time does past fast, 3 months ago I was in Doncaster studying for a maths test in April, nothing really special happens down there. I honestly thought I'd be living there for the rest of my life, and my future there being spent with Louis. I'm in Hollywood, California, I've kind of have found room in my heart to like this place, but nothing will ever compare to my home, Doncaster.

Getting settled down in California has been a little easier than I imagined it would be. I just tend to over think things, but I still miss everyone. School was another thing I over thought, I actually enjoy it. Emerson and I are getting really close, so close, that I almost live at her house. Alex and I have gotten closer too, my thoughts about her were true she's a good friend.

Today's my last day of 9th grade, I can't wait. Louis told me that this summer, he'd try and make an effort on seeing me. The whole process of healing after loosing everyone has been getting easier, the relationship with my Mum is staying the same, now that we're in California, her job has taken her away even more. Brett and I have gotten a lot closer, so close that we talk about almost anything and everything. He told me he was gay, and thinking about buying a new place. I can't say I didn't expect the gay part being said to me, ever since we left Doncaster, his thoughts on the relationship haven't been clear, his thoughts about Taylor weren't that great either. I can't say that the moving thing didn't really help that, but it's hard enough to be with the opposite gender you'e not attracted too.

My phone vibrated on my bedside table, I picked it up. A text from, 'Louis xx'. Same routine every morning, when I wake up, he's at lunch, so he shoots me a text.

From Louis xx: "It's lunch time you know what that means.. WAKE UP! :D" I laughed at the text, I may have Em and Alex, but I do miss my best friend so much.

To Louis xx: "Well good morning to you, too. Miss me already? ;)" I sent the text. I opened up the text from Emerson, and read it.

From Emerson thesexiestbeastthatbreathsoxygen xx: "I'll be over when I'm ready, see you in 30.. Love you hot stuff. ;)" I laughed, her name in my phone is a little outrageous, but nothing different than what kind of character she is. I'm glad she was in the main office the day I arrived at school, without her or Alex, I don't know what I'd be doing with my life at this moment.

A pounding came from my front door scaring the breathe out of me. I jumped up, it's probably just Emerson. I ran downstairs, the pounding never slowed down or subsided. It better just be Emerson not anyone else, I have on my booty shorts and a see through tee shirt. My hair was a reck and the taste in my mouth was horrid.

"BRIDGETTE! OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR! IT'S ALEX!" Alex screamed from my front door, what the bloody hell? I unlocked the door and Alex ran in and shut it.

"Alex. What the hell?" I said concerned. Alex ran into me and started sobbing. I wrapped my tiny arms around her and rubbed her back. "Alex?" She kept sobbing, what's the matter? I pulled her face out of my chest and looked at her. Her cheek was bright red, with a hand mark on it. "What the fuck is that?" Alex's sobs never stopped, getting harder and harder by the second.

"Gaa.." she sucked in a breathe. "It hurts so bad, Bri." she managed to say with one breathe.

"Tell me what happened. Who did this to you? How did you even manage to get here, love?" I whispered to her, trying to calm her. She was shaking furiously, her sobs slowed down, but she was struggling to breathe. I waited for a reply, something bad must of happened, I've never seen her like this. She sniffled twice and lifted her face out of my chest again to look up at me.