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Tattooed Heart **ON HOLD**

✉️Chapter 22✉️

Rosie's POV
The scent of alcohol became stronger than last night. Everyone was still and peacefully passed out and sprawled throughout the apartment.

El didn't even bother to wake me up. She didn't even bother to mutter a word to me. She didn't bother to wait, either. She took off in her black jeep, leaving me half awake and still in my robe.

I could tell she was tipsy. She stumbled and tripped walking around this morning while she was getting ready. When I snuck out to observe her, I found herself leaning on the kitchen counter taking an Advil with beer instead of water. She reeked of beer. It was like she showered and bathed in it all night.

Her hair was left down in soft wavy curls, cascading down to her lower back and stomach. El rarely ever let her hair down. 'Its to plain and distracting to have down' according to her.

I felt like going up and shaking her by the shoulders and asking, 'Why, El? What's wrong?' But, her persistence and personality would take over and refuse to tell me anything, so I just keep quiet.

She looked tired. Even the black cat eye she wore couldn't hide her bags and bloodshot eyes. She pushed sunglasses high up her nose, that covered half her face that was heavily made from her neck up. Her cheeks were flushed, and her blush made her look extra pink.

I could tell something was off. When she bumped into me, while I was snooping, her eyes held a different story then her cold face. They held confusion, sadness, happiness, exhaustion. Something I wished never to see again from her.

I was most worried about her driving. Would she crash? Would she get arrested? Wait...El's a grown woman she can handle herself.

But El's always been there for me....I should be there for her too. Right? I should, I should. I should? She left me when I most needed her, because she was drunk and high off her mind, she forgot her best friend.

I can't forget all the times she was there for me though..which was a lot. She was there when I cried, broke down, lost my temper. She wasn't there physically...but mentally. She was always on my phone, texting, calling, skyping.

I sat on the cold bench, waiting for the bus to come. Garbage swept and swirled by my feet. I pulled my sweater sleeves over my hands and shivered slightly.

I felt a light thump on the back of my head. I turned around and saw a tiny, white note, neatly folded. I shakily picked it up, afraid to even touch it.

Awww, where's your little boyfriend now? Is he there like I am to comfort you? Right at this very bus stop? Is he ready to hold you, touch you, kiss you? Get ready...I'm here. ~C

My eyes widened. What the..? I heard leaves crumble behind the bench. Every sound that came closer my breath hitched. My heart raced, fear pumped through my veins. Everything seemed to stop at this moment. In this moment, I felt only fear. Fear my life was going away.

I stood up, my instincts taking over, and ran. "Get the fuck back here!" He boomed. Who? I have no idea. Now...I run. Run for my life.

I sprinted down the road, aiming for no where...just somewhere safe. Anywhere from that guy. It's funny how my life is fucked and everyone's is just dandy.

No stalkers, no creepy guys, no deserting best friends.

My life is just...well...shit. Yep, that's right..shit.

Crappy job, crappy family, barely any money.

My hair flared around my head, my breathing was becoming heavy, my sweater jumped up and down with my every movement. Heat rushed through my body as sweat formed on my forehead. I was scared right now. Very.

My shoes stomped on the ground as I forced myself to go faster. A large cramp was forming on my side, and I have no clue if he's still following me. All I do know is that I need to get far away from there.

Thank God the mall is only a fifteen minute walk from the house...or ten...if you're running. I darted straight through the small abundance of people that were starting to shop, and headed straight to my job. I just needed to forget about that, or ...this. Maybe it was just in my head..maybe if I work it off, it'll never be real...hopefully.




The car was completely silent, You could hear a pin drop. El would let out a few yawns but other than that, she remained silent.

I don't mind silence, it gives me time to think. Think about my life...especially now. Maybe I should just move back to the U.S. Maybe this was a bad idea... I just don't know anymore.

Right now was just too much. These..notes..or whatever they are. El, her obnoxious friends.

I was surprised El even offered me a ride. Her normal, happy self was gone, and replaced with a total opposite of El. She was rude and arrogant today. She snapped at the customers, and even yelled at her boss. I don't know what's going on with her...she's a completely different person today.

"Where were you this morning?!" She snapped.

I turned to look at her. She had her eyes focused straight on the road, holding a glare. "I woke up late..not like you waited or anything." I replied.

She huffed and started to drive faster. "Sorry I didn't want to be late for my fucking job! You know, maybe if you got your priorities straight this shit wouldn't happen, Rosie!" She yelled.

"El, what the fuck is wrong with you!" I yelled back. She stopped short in the parking lot, making the tires screech. Roughly she pulled out her keys, and got out, slamming the door in reply.

I got out too, and followed her upstairs. She angrily pushed her hair back, and stomped her feet as she walked.

When we got to our floor, I dreaded it. I know there's gonna be a fight between us today...I just dint know why.

El stopped in front of our door, her purse falling to the floor. She gasped and back up to the wall. Everything felt off. I ran over and gasped too. Fuck.

Our door was busted and broken, but wide open. The locks were hanging off or on the floor. I stepped inside, instantly regretting it. Carpets were pulled up and thrown everywhere. Couches and chairs were upside down and torn. Pictures tables were broken, and thrown around the floor.

That was just the living room...our kitchen and dining room were worse. The fridge had holes in it, the microwave was smashed to pieces on the floor, there was no food left anywhere..it was all taken. Pots and pans were scattered about, along with broken glasses. The sink was dented, but not broken. Our dining room table was in tiny chunks of wood laying around my feet, as well as the chairs.

Our bedrooms were a mess. Our bed sheets and comforters were pulled up and cut to shreds, and our mattresses had huge holes. Anything breakable was broken. Makeup was spread out and loose on the wooden floors. Our clothes were all, and I mean all, were cut and torn and shredded. They were unwearable. Our bedroom curtains were half hanging off the curtain rod, and was cut too.

I fell to floor, and tears mixed with loose foundation. Everything I had....ruined. I officially had nothing. No clothes, no makeup, no bed, no food.

The only thing untouched was my desk. I shakily stood up and looked through it. All my papers were fine, except for the fact that they were crumbled and scattered around....my laptop was cracked and probably broken. The only thing that looked untouched was a piece of white paper..not folded..just lying there, for everyone to read.

Why'd you run? We're gonna find you. It really was a shame that you weren't here when we looked. Just sit tight. I'm coming... I'm coming real soon. ~C

I backed away from it. The paper that he once touched. Whoever he was. I backed away like it was infected, and ran. Ran out of this hell hole to El, who was now crying into Dani and Perrie's arms, while everyone else ran up the stairs and over to us.

Tears spilled and spilled. Nothing hurt more than this. I had nothing. We had nothing. Before I could say a word, my shaky breath took over, and the ground looked closer then before. I was swallowed into a pit of darkness, escaping from this hectic moment.


Notes

Hey guys!!


Yepp...her house got broken into. I don't really have anything else to say....*awkward silence* expect thank you! I don't know how this story got onto the popular pages...but thanks!! I glad you're enjoying it!! I love you guys!!

Anyways..let me know what you think! Thanks for reading!

Thanks! Bye!! :3 ILYG!!

Comments

I knoooow i knoooow i knooow for sure...ur going to reply so im gonna ask real quick when r u going to update?

Idg what happened so she got tatts? And a piercing? Why hasn't she seen harry for so long?

OMFG *-*

Gladys Gladys
6/15/14

OMFG *-*

Gladys Gladys
6/15/14

@miastyles
Are u kidding me this is so good and your so post to be confused it like a puzzles u have to figures it out