Taylor's p.o.v
What the heck was that thing? And who would do that to Brielle?
Thoughts racked my brain as I tried to come up with a solution as to who would do that to my little sister.
It couldn't have been one of the guys...could it?
Maybe a crazy fan?
Maybe a psycho ex?
"Why?!" I yelled. "Why would you do this to Brielle?!"
As soon as the words left my mouth, another yellow note fluttered down from the ceiling.
Whoever was watching us was doing an extremely good job.
I snatched the note out of the air and scanned it quickly.
It read:
Boohoo, Taylor
Everyone knows how weak you are
Especially me
Remember, I know everything. Watch out.
Holy guacamole.
Shawn's p.o.v
We finally pulled into the hospital parking lot.
All of us got out silently and headed into the bland, white building.
I walked up to the front desk silently.
The secretary lady looked up, a sympathetic smile plastered on her makeup caked face.
"Good evening, how may I help you?" She asked in a "I'm better than all you peasants" voice.
"Uh, Matthew Espinosa?" I asked.
She stared at me blankly.
Ugh, this woman is as dumb as that lady I was talking to when I called 911.
"His room number?" I hissed through gritted teeth.
"Ah, Mr. Espinosa! One second!"
She began typing away on her computer, making an obnoxious clacking noise since her nails were as artificial as her personality.
They were still better looking than her, however.
She looked back up at me,"Room 180, 2nd floor."
"Thank you," I said.
She smiled. There was lipstick on her teeth.
Matthew's p.o.v
I feel like I've been stuck in my own head for like three decades at this point. I wonder if anyone's worried about me. Probably not, I mean, no one's visited me in the past 30 years. It's been 30 years at least, right? Ew, then I'd be like 47. I think.
The doctors say I've made no progress. I might as well be brain dead. Luckily, I'm not brain dead, I'm just unresponsive right now.
I heard the click of a door. Ah, the doctor's back.
"Matthew." The voice said.
Oh. It's not the doctor.
Who is it?
"Matthew, it's me. Shawn."
Oh.
Brielle's p.o.v
Bro, my head kills right now.
Whoever shot me in the neck has really good aim. And really strong drug and poison knowledge.
I only know one person who could do any of this.
I also remember the note.
Whoever wrote the threat note...they revealed themselves clear as day within it.
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Secret Little Sister (Shawn Mendes)
FanfictionTaylor Caniff is out of control. He does drugs, smokes, and makes bad decisions. His little sister, Brielle, has to fly out to MagCon, and change him. There's only one catch, she has to go undercover. She's there to change her older brother, but wil...
